Sometimes the oil change guys apparently like to mess with my head. At first, I found their input helpful...as in they are telling me things I may not otherwise remember...such as: you should rotate your tires every other oil change or so and that my timing chain will need replacing at 120,000 miles. I can't remember numbers to save my life. That's a fact.
Soon, however, I found their input rather annoying. "You need new tires before winter." Yes, I know. Can I afford new tires? Sadly, no. I never bought new tires until I had the money meaning with my income tax return, but that didn't stop the guys from tsk-ing at me every time I needed an oil change. I really thought about asking if THEY would care to donate $400 so I could ride around on nice, fresh tires.
Lately its been: "Your car is low on brake fluid, you need to have those brakes checked." Guess what? I heeded their advice and called a guy out to check my brake system. Nothing. No clue. Everything is fine. I have a mystery disorder in which the car enjoys chugging brake fluid on occasion. No leaks. Nothing. Rotors...fine, pads, fine. Everything fine. Stops on a dime. I gave the man 10 bucks for his trouble, which was more than he asked for, and away he went. I keep checking the brake fluid. Full. Every time.
Until....
I need another oil change. Then of course, he nags me about having the brakes checked. Yes, I DID have the brakes checked. Nothing was the matter. "Well, did the guy take the wheel off?" Yes, of course he did. He was out there for half an hour checking my car. I saw him. "Have him run a micrometer over those rotors...they need replacing..." Uh...huh....if you can't measure the roughness with your own skin then its not worth the money. Even I know this. A MICROMETER? REALLY? Also, if its not making me chew through brake pads then nothing is wrong.
Then he says "Your car is leaning to the right. You should have your shocks checked." I do. Ed just left. Pushed and shoved on all four shocks. Shakes his head in bewilderment and says he can't find anything wrong. Also the car is not visibly listing. I've seen cars with bad suspensions going down the road. Those poor, injured cars list to the left, they list to the right, they sag in the back, they sag in the front. This is not to say that fresh shocks wouldn't perk up the yellow beast, just that I am going to need to apply that money toward a new timing chain soon and I don't have a wonderful cash generating machine in my vicinity. If they were broken or dangerous, I would gladly get them; hence the point of having Ed investigate. The backs are 38 bucks a piece, the fronts, however are 80 bucks apiece.
From now on I am going to stay home during the oil change and send someone who owns a penis; unless someone can loan me a penis for the short duration of an oil change. Go figure, the one with the vagina was the one who figured out her car needed a serpentine belt and the one with the penis ran in freaking out that the car was making "THAT NOISE!" Imagine, the vagina just went and turned off the air conditioner and the fan and THAT NOISE stopped, and she deduced it was a simple belt. Hence Ed replaced the belt so the defroster and air conditioner are once again safe to use and without THAT NOISE.
I always knew sexism was out there, but I really didn't think it was still at this level of idiocy. My dad raised me to know that being a girl or a boy isn't the issue, its how you use your brain. More men of his generation should have been so enlightened.
Women still only make 80 cents of every dollar a man makes yet make up 47% of the workforce. Ridiculous.
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