Writ on this Date, a Wednesday, the Sixth of April, in the Year of Our Lord, Two Thousand and Eleven:
I have made my exit from the United States Marine Corps, and it feels quite invigorating. My last day before going on Terminal Leave was a Friday. Spring has sprung. Birds were chirping. It was bright and sunny out. It was, by all accounts, a beautiful, beautiful day. [the extra beautiful there is for added emphasis, in case you weren't aware]
But like always, disaster strikes: We had our car in the shop last week to have repairs made under some factory recall. That meant the repairs were free. Yay. Great success. But come to find out, this weekend, something was different about our car. Something dark. Something carnal. Something arcane and macabre. The tires! THE TIRES!! The tires that are on my car now are not the tires that were there last week. The rims all up on the left side are beat and broke and rusted and look just plain ol’ sorry. The tires themselves have depleted treads–way waydepleted. We’ve had this car a little over a year. The tires were fine before. What gives?
So now I’m just trying to find out exactly where in the chain of us having it to the auto shop place having it did our tires get switched out? We got it towed to a place called Progressive Automotives, and from there it was towed to a place called Radley Chevrolet in Fredericksburg, about twenty minutes south of us. We stopped by Progressive and they showed us all the paperwork they had on it. Nothing mentioning tires at all. They said, and I guess I have to take them at their word, that if anything was done to the tires, if the tires were even LOOKED AT, it would show up in some sort of documentation someway somehow…a lotta somes, I know, it sounds iffy, but like I said, I gotta take them at their word.
When looking over the paperwork from Radley Chevrolet, we looked at the Tire Inspection part and we see that the tires apparently were already jacked up when they got there. So it wasn’t Radley.
The Towers…
We called the Towing Place (also down in Fredericksburg), and a woman answers. I guess I didn’t hear her the first time she said hello because the first thing I hear is that irritated, annoyed, impatient …Um, helloooooooooooo? Ya kno. So I says, I apologize, I didn’t hear you, and then I go on to explain our current sitiation…what does this chick say? “Okaay…?” (remember now, irritated, annoyed, impatient) “What do you want us to do about it?”
Seriously?
You are already practicing some ill-advised phone etiquette by being so short with me, so what else am I supposed to think? Your industry, ma’am, should be a respectable business in the area because it is truly a valued and richly needed service that you provide. But here you are acting like I’m wasting your time and I have evidence that shows your place of work practices some very unethical dealings on the regular. Switching out my fine ass tires for some broke ass ones, so that you can milk the system little by little? Is that how you do? You did me dirty tow place, and I really wanna right wrongs. But how exactly can I prove they did it? I’m only going off of suspicion.
Is that enough?
I would say something like TO BE CONT. but bump it, I’m out.
Respectfully submitted,
Blepedaimones Lothario
