The car should be fine. See you in a few weeks

Guys are simple... women are not simple and they always assume that men must be just as complicated as they are, only way more mysterious. The whole point is guys are not thinking much. They are just what they appear to be. Tragically.
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Entertaining story about dealerships and service from Darn Tootin.  I had to laugh. 

When you purchase a product from a company that was founded by Adolf Hitler, I suppose it is perhaps naive to expect customer service to be at the top of their list of corporate priorities.

Julie drives a 1998 Passat, which is a nice car even if it is a little big and fancy and Republican for my taste. I drive a 1999 Beetle, affectionately known as Beelzebug. We love our cars, even when they're bad. Like children. Like snobby little German children.

Our current woes began back in November, when Julie's car began making a strange, high-pitched sound when she accelerated. She took her car to a big, fancypants, high-volume dealership here in the area. Let's call them Buttpimple VW.

SO it starts.  Read more here: The Weasel, It Bites

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