Ok, so while I’m ranting, there’s more...
Chapter 2
A few weeks after skid plate disaster the right front dashboard speaker starts to crackle. Back to the dealership. I walk in, pass by all the customer service “folks” (nice word) and head for the service manager. He looks up, sees me and has this oh s***t, now what look on his face. I tell him about the speaker, he goes out an listens to it and agrees, it is bad. He has to order a replacement. Ok, so on the way out I turn, stare at him and with a strong, authoritarian, I know everything voice I say to him, “I know who broke the speaker”. He looks at me and in a somewhat sarcastic voice he says, “Right, the guy who messed up your skid plate”. Now, with finger shaking, I say, “No,no,no. It wasn’t him”. He looks at me like I’m an idiot. And I say, “It was Pink Floyd”. I leave him laughing.
Chapter 3
A few days later, the speaker arrives. I go to the dealership and find the service manager. He says, “Give me your keys and we will replace it”. I say, “I’ll do it”. He chuckles and says to himself, “He still doesn’t trust us”. Then he says, “Well, I need to send back the broken speaker”. And I say, “Ok, I’ll do it in your parking lot”. With a frustrated look on his face he hands me the speaker. A few minutes later I hand him the broken speaker. He looks at me with a smirk on his face and asks, “Well, is Pink Floyd happy now?” I leave laughing.