posted on Jan, 30 2019 @ 03:57 AM
Dear unnamed, well known - franchise mechanic
For the first time in a long time I'd bought a car i liked. You were paid (a lot) to fix my cars oil leak. The leak got plugged, but, so did the
engine!? She don't work good no more - foot on gas no brrrrm brrrrm you dig me, el mechanico?
3 times in 3 weeks you've handed me the keys and said, ''yep, she's good to go!''.. Which was odd, because that usually means the cars good to
drive, except in my case it spluttered around the classy East Perth city blocks like a very unfashionable but well-serviced hooker.. sorry my mind
drifted there, anyway It wasn't working and i drove it straight back to your workshop!
I quite politely asked... ''what exactly have you done this past 7 days?''... to my amazement.. you responded in your obvious haste to fix this
problem, you'd managed to order a fuel filter... except, it hadn't arrived yet.. that's real mechanic grit right there, bravo spannerman!
So, my next question to you was, ''if the filter doesn't fix the problem, whats next?''.. to which you very eloquently responded '' yep, mate
we're on the same page ''
I don't think we are my brethren, my page definitely says you're handing me keys to my car running like a Porsche, or you're buying my car off me
at market value.. anything less than that I'm taking your ass to court..
So, I'll be expecting a phone call in the next day or two.
PS, I apologize for any foul language, my parole officer says I need to get more involved in my court-assigned classes, this is exactly how I wound up
in so much trouble last time. (/s)