I had another adventure with my Jeep (read huge amounts of money spent). I swear, Guinness the money sucker dies, and Voodoo takes over.
I was taking advantage of the end-of-course exam schedule to go to the trophy shop in Florissant, Mo., to pick up my runners’ medals for graduation. I roll down the windows and this horrible sound comes from the front passenger window. Then, the window slides down slooooowly on its own. I bet that’s what a sinking ship looks like as it slides to its death at the bottom of the sea. I reach for my phone, and it’s not there. I storm back into my building, snatch up my blasted phone and call my contractual life partner. He does that super-helpful thing of asking me questions that I cannot answer; questions that I did not solicit.
It was hot, and I needed to not sweat. This is difficult for me on a cool day. It’s nearly impossible as I’m driving down 170 with my AC on high and one blasted window down. I call the dealership to see if they can make my window less down. Side note, my frustration is my excuse for asking if them if they “could get it up for me.” Let me tell you, I had no shortage of customer service reps at the dealership checking on me as I waited for my turn to be written up. Sitting in my Jeep waiting for my turn gave me time to call people at work to let them know I’m now at the dealership and may need someone to come get me. No one will answer any blasted phone I call. Finally, the secretary in charge of substitutes, and pretty much keeping me in line, answers and laughs at my predicament. This is one of the only people who is allowed to laugh at my pain because she always takes care of me. She patched me through to my friend Milam, and she agrees to get me if necessary. I’m guessing that’s what she said since she was laughing too much at my situation for me to understand all of her words. I’m so glad my friends find such humor in my distress.
After one of the service reps make me cry by telling me the sound is probably a motor and not just an off-track window, I get rushed to the front of the line for my service ticket write-up. Side note 2: Sure, crying is hardly appropriate, but who has time for a lengthy and costly repair to add to the other costly repairs? Mike lets me know there is a recall for my Jeep. I tell him I know, and I’ve been asking them to take care of it the last two times I’ve spent a ton of money with them. He’s getting to it. He promises. He better.
I’m going to admit that day was a day I took advantage of my smile. Why sure, I’d love a loaner. That would really help. Enterprise will pick me up? Great. The cutie pie Drew sets me up with a Challenger. I asked for a nice little Jetta. He explained I needed a better car than that and handed me the keys to a brand new, red Challenger. It had 897 miles on it. A few well-placed comments on last night’s game, and several pleases and thank you’s with a smile, and I’m on my way in a car I have no business driving. Side note 3: I did not get caught speeding in my super-fast, super-hot car. No one is more surprised by this than my contractual life partner.
I get back to school thinking all is well only to discover I have lost my school keys. The ones with an alarm key on them. At this point, I am two hours late, I have missed a meeting, and I have a looming repair bill. Now I can add I lost my blasted keys! I have my second small breakdown and begin calling everywhere I’ve been. No one has seen them. I call the dealership again and explain to them if they don’t check my Jeep for the keys and find them, I won’t have a job to pay my bill. They promise to get someone on it. In the meantime, I call the activities director, and friend, to cry (that’s three) that I have lost my keys. He promises I won’t be fired for losing them, even with the alarm key, because it’s not that big of a deal. At this point, all I want is a drink and some cake. Neither of them are in my immediate future, so I am stuck eating my stupid salad. Mid-crunch, my phone rings and my keys are found! Yay. In my money-sucking Jeep! Double yay.
There’s dancing and joy throughout the land. Milam and I head out to get them and then have a nice trip to REI. The conversation at the register at REI is almost its own story. It grew awkward when the guy started asking questions about my Patagonia panty purchase. Apparently, he is a fan of the Exofficio brand and recommended I try those. Just awkward, you know?