The service manager from the local Toyota dealership just called my phone. We are looking to have some repairs done. My husband had originally requested and received their quote yesterday. This man would not give me any form of substantive message. I had to ask no fewer than 5 times before he would clarify - and when he finally spit it out, his answer was equal parts needlessly extended technical terms and extreme vagary. Then he insisted, for the sixth time, that my husband please call him back and proceeded to give me his contact info - again. Yes, again. I could have answered his questions and told him what we would like done with the car. But at that point I was too tempted to tell him what he could do with his tools. Moron.
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