Are you smarter than a Kindergartener?

I had to take my car into the Saturn dealer today because it’s been making this godawful squealing sound for a few months off and on. Lately, it’s been much worse. When I dropped the car off at 10 in Medford they said it would be 90 minutes. I went down the street to hang out and have a cup of coffee. Then they called and told me they’d have to keep it until 3pm. Monica was at work so I had the car place drop me at the hospital where I took her truck to run the other errands I was planning to do. The guy told me he’d come back to the hospital and get me later to pick up my car. I went to the discount grocery and bought 88 cans of Friskies. Very fun. Along with 12 rolls of toilet paper, a bottle of Mr. Clean, a can of Comet, and 2 boxes of Kleenex. Oh, and some blackberry jam. Then I went to Target because I really wanted to find a big pillow like I bought for M last summer, but they didn’t have any. Everything in Target is made in China and it’s really getting me down. I abandoned the basket and walked out of the the store. I took Monica’s car back and waited with my laptop at the hospital.
I sit around, waiting, surfing the net and finally, it’s after 3pm. Of course I don’t have the phone number, so I Google “medford” “saturn” and call the toll free number to inquire about my car. The guy on the other end of the line tells me that the service department had gone home. I said, “Well, they never called me about my car.”
“I’m sorry,” he says. “What was your name?”
I told him.
“No, no car was left here.”
“I can’t believe they dropped me off and now I have no way to get home. They said they’d call!”
“I’m sorry. They all left early. I don’t know anything. I’m just the switchboard.”
“You mean the entire shop is closed?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
I hung up, furious. This was horrible service. I was so pissed. M came by and found me ranting on the phone to this guy and I told her what happened.
“Oh, wow, I’d be Pissed!”
“Yeah, I know,” I repeated. “I can’t believe that. I called the toll free number. I’ll try another number.” I didn’t want to believe the Saturn dealership could be so lame.
Monica said, “Oh, maybe you called back east.”
“What?” Of course I didn’t call back east. Why would I do that? I’m not stupid.
I get back online, look up the number and find the number I had dialed first: Saturn of Medford….see? that’s right….Medford, MASSASSACHUSETTS…oh….crap….
I finally found the number for Medford of Southern Oregon…who, lo and behold, had my car.
I thought Monica was going to bust a gut laughing at me.
“I just reamed out some poor guy in Boston for not having my car. He’s probably going to tell the management about some crazed lunatic who called after hours looking for her car.”

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