"Dude! Where's my car?"
"Huh?"
"I left it at the dealership two days ago and have not heard back from you! So, Dude, where's my car?"
"Huh?????"
The insurance guy has probably never heard from Ashton Kutcher, but messing with his head was a temptation I could not resist.
(Then again, like Oscar Wilde, I can resist anything except temptation . . .)
To make a long story short, following last week's collision, this past Monday I left my little Silver Bullet at the dealership's body shop to get it fixed under my insurance plan. So far, everything seems to have gone peachy, except that I had not heard back from them to find out when will I get the little guy back.
Transportation has not been an issue. My insurance plan provides for a rental car -- in this case a blue Ford Taurus.
"A Ford Taurus?" Says
ballistabob in disbelief. "When I had a collision they gave me a cool X-Terra!"
"Well," I say. "I reckon that since it was not your fault, you got the cool car. Since this time the collision was my fault, I get the Ford Taurus."
That should learn me not to run red lights.
(No offense to Ford Motor Co. They make some very cool cars. The Taurus, however, ain't it.)
(Although I must confess that it drives smoother than I expected and the gas mileage doesn't suck.)
But I miss my little Toyota Matrix.
I hope I can get it back today.
"Huh?"
"I left it at the dealership two days ago and have not heard back from you! So, Dude, where's my car?"
"Huh?????"
The insurance guy has probably never heard from Ashton Kutcher, but messing with his head was a temptation I could not resist.
(Then again, like Oscar Wilde, I can resist anything except temptation . . .)
To make a long story short, following last week's collision, this past Monday I left my little Silver Bullet at the dealership's body shop to get it fixed under my insurance plan. So far, everything seems to have gone peachy, except that I had not heard back from them to find out when will I get the little guy back.
Transportation has not been an issue. My insurance plan provides for a rental car -- in this case a blue Ford Taurus.
"A Ford Taurus?" Says
ballistabob in disbelief. "When I had a collision they gave me a cool X-Terra!""Well," I say. "I reckon that since it was not your fault, you got the cool car. Since this time the collision was my fault, I get the Ford Taurus."
That should learn me not to run red lights.
(No offense to Ford Motor Co. They make some very cool cars. The Taurus, however, ain't it.)
(Although I must confess that it drives smoother than I expected and the gas mileage doesn't suck.)
But I miss my little Toyota Matrix.
I hope I can get it back today.
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Here's wishing the silver bullet a speedy recovery.
Really. I'm not kiddimg.
Humph!
It also had a sunroof that leaked. The windshield whipers would work at random but never when it was raining...then they wouldn't work at all.
The car was also allergic to green lights. It would happily sit idling through a red light and then as soon as the light turned green it would conk out. Esp. if I was the first person in line waiting to turn.
'course, I was in High School and owned the car about the time Wayne's World came out. I bought it for a song, expected it to last a summer or so, and got over a year out of it (it already had 225k on it when I bought it).
Taurus: the fish car. I swear they look like catfish without the "whiskers".
No, please sir! Not another Taurus! I'll be good! I'll be good!