A few weeks ago, someone was kind enough to rearend us at the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel. After staying a week at the dealership, we got the car back yesterday, with at least two items STILL not repaired. Jen took it back today to have one item (the trunk door) fixed. After she drove home, she realized that they must have disconnected the rear brake lights when they fixed the trunk, because they don't work now. So she has to bring it back AGAIN tomorrow and argue with them that whatver's wrong, it's their fault.
Ever feel like screaming like the great Admiral Kirk and having your hoarse cry of frustration echo across the universe? I do!