Imagine a hot, sunny day in June. Here I am with my windows down and sun-roof open minding my own business, when my car starts to make a funny noise. 


 


"What the fuck is that?" I said. I called my mom to ask her opinion and she in turn told me to go get my car checked out at the Chevy dealership where I got my car from. I needed an oil change along with a tire rotation and wheel alignment soon anyway, so this would be the perfect opportunity. 


 


So I pull into the garage and stepped out of my car with a tank top and a jean skirt on. "What an idiot I am," I thought to myself and before I knew it, every guy that was in that place was checking me out like they haven’t seen a women in 5 years. Isn’t this going to be wonderful. 


 


I told the guy behind the counter what the noise sounded like, and where it was coming from. It sounded like a grinding noise coming from under my hood. I told him about all the routine things that needed to be done to my car but not to do anything until he called me and told me what the noise was. I didn’t want them to do  any work until I knew what the problem was. 


 


So I walked home. I didn’t live to far away from the place at the time. About an hour later I got a call from him saying that they checked under the hood, underneath the car and inside the engine and there doesn’t look like there is anything wrong that could be making that noise. "But while we were under your hood, we noticed that you are going to need a new water pump soon." 


 


I wish that someone could have taken a picture of the reaction on my face because it would have been priceless. Lets take a step back for a minute. I have a 2002 Chevy Cavalier. This June would make it 2 years ago that this situation happened. Which means that it was 2006. There is no fucking way that a four year old car would need a new water pump. 


 


"So, is that what could making the noise?" (I wanted to humor him). "Maybe darling, but we would know until we replace it." I asked him, "How much does a water pump run about?" "About $800." Now, I am a smart girl people. I know a few things about cars and I know that my car certainly didn’t need a new water pump. My father drove a 1988 Honda Civic and drove it into the ground. Not once did he have to replace his. 


 


"Did you do anything to my car yet?" I asked him. He responded with a quick no but the car is all ready for the new installation. "Do not touch my car. Put everything back where it belongs. Do not even move it out of the spot it is in at your garage. I will move it. I do not want you to fix anything." 


 


When I got there I kindly took my keys and said to him, "You just lost yourself a customer, and everyone else I know that comes here. You must think that I am an idiot to pay you $800 to fix something that doesn’t need to be fixed. I may be a girl but you cannot get over on me." 


 



Come back next time so I can tell you how Sears blew out my cluster trying to change my battery.