I haven’t written anything I feel comfortable posting publicly lately. That’s right. I even do writing I choose to keep to myself. Unlike Alanis Morissette, there are thoughts and events that occur in my life that I do not have to turn into song.
Speaking of which, how would you like to be one of Alanis Morissette’s ex-boyfriends? Would you be relieved that she hasn’t publicly ridiculed you in song yet or would you be insulted that she hasn’t gotten to you yet?
My Pimp Car, ( http://wedgesnotebook.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-pimp-car-is-strong.html ) broke down after only a week. The water pump went kerblooie. I knew I should have gotten that 200 miles or 8 days warranty. I will give the name of the dealership because they did right by us. Halbinsel in Escanaba sold us the car. A water pump is one of those things that can appear to be working fine one minute and go all Hiroshima on your engine’s ass the next minute so there is no way they could have known that was going to happen. They covered us for 100% of the repairs. It has been so long since any retail establishment gave me a fair shake I was totally expecting to get hosed on this deal, too.
So anyways, I want to thank Halbinsel in Escanaba for apparently running an honest shop. Times are tough for the Harrises right now and the amount of stress they saved us by doing the right thing was greatly appreciated. I don’t want to ruin the surprise, but there may be a gift of the single malt variety headed your way at some point.
That being said, I wont’ fall all over myself because it also was the correct long range business decision to make as well. I will be buying many more vehicles in the years to come and now, by default, they get first shot at making me a deal. So, I guess extra credit goes to Halbinsel for not being as shortsighted as the boys down at Riverside in Escanaba. BTW, Riverside…if you are listening…I have purchased five more vehicles since you fucked me on my warranty on my truck and you didn’t have a hope in hell of selling me a single one. Keep up the good customer relations boys.
I started my Christmas shopping at the end of October. Thank you, ebay. You have saved countless lives by keeping me from having to deal with the smelly unwashed hordes in the shopping malls. Every year it seemed I was always just one more dumbass cashier, one more whiny kid, one more rude adult, one more price check away from hiding in the food court ball pit with a sniper rifle. Merry Christmas to me.
Thanks to my cohorts at work who talked me down from the ledge a couple times this week. You are good, patient folks.
Of course, thanks to all the veterans this week and every week.
Thanks to you, Diet Mountain Dew. Without you, none of this would be possible.