I was all set to go play some softball last Thursday and was driving up I-95 on the way to D.C. I hit a bump on the way, felt a jolt forward and suddenly, the gas pedal didn't work. I kept pushing it, but the car continued to slow down.
Long story short (hopefully): Car gets towed and goes into the shop. (Yeah, that was pretty short.)
I get a call yesterday from the dealer. I do the normal small talk in the first few seconds on the phone. Not really caring, I ask how he is.
"Well, I was good until a few minutes ago," he tells me. What could it be? Death in the family? Bad day? Something else?
Nope. Turns out my gas line is steel, not a flex cable as they'd hoped. As a result, they have to move the transmission around. And oh, by the way, that's going to be another $220.
You know what? Cut the bullshit. I'm fairly certain that the singular outcome of your day has nothing to do with how my gas line is constructed. In the end, it doesn't matter a damn to you because if I want my ride back, I'm gonna have to pay for it. I'm already getting bent over, there's no reason to patronize me on top of it.
One of the service guys called back today to tell me that the car was done and ready for pickup.
And, by the way, your total is going to be $721 and change.
So I finally get there and pick up the receipt. Out of my chunk of change, I spent a grand total of $66 on parts.
How could fixing a coupling on a gas line be worth more than $650 in labor? Damned if I know.
I intend to find out, however.