One week prior to my escape from Princeton down to the warmer climes of Cary, NC I sent my car down to a dealership in Chapel Hill to have its timing chain fixed. It’s an expensive, time exhaustive job, but I was willing to shell out the dough and I was equally happy about the specter of my car being ready for me upon my arrival to the south.
The events that have transpired since then can only be described as cartoonish and evil.
On the third day in Cary, my wife endured a tire blowout on the rental, ripped up rim, fucked alignment, which is bound to cost me over $1k.
Over the past three weeks my local mechanic gave me a sundry of reasons as to why the car was still in the shoppe. He was apparently fixing any number of things. Also, stuff kept breaking and parts needed to be ordered from Mercedes, which took time. Today I went to pick up the vehicle and it was slow to start. I then examined the work order and NONE of the things I asked to be fixed was fixed. As a point in fact, the mechanic has rummaged throughout my computer and ripped apart the intake valve — messed up the cam shaft position and fucked my car.
The net result was a full refund and an appointment at the local Benz dealership for next week, which is bound to set me back $5k.
As a side addendum, I just paid $550 to get one of my Macs repaired and I brought it home, excited like a school girl to have it fixed, only to be miserably disappointed by the fact it was, in fact, still broken with the same exact issues as when I bought that to the Apple store 2 weeks ago.
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