So Close - Part 2
This post is an update to So Close. A sad update, with a twist ending!
So about a week after the original post went up, I get another call from the dealership. The car is here! Come on down and begin your happy trails to motoring wonderment!
I go, and there she sits, even better than I imagined. The color is shining in the clear, cold April air. I instruct my bank account to carry the bundle of sticks up the mountain.
But. A dark premonition creeps in around the daylight of hope. There was one feature I absolutely required in this car, a specific configuration of seats to accommodate all my many clones. After 4 months, it would be disaster if the car was not equipped just so. To set my fear at ease, I go to the door for the back seats, open and-
Of course it's wrong. It's the wrong seats. The fancy captain's chairs are there, instead of the less fancy but more useful bench. The flunky at the dealership who's job it is to input the order into the computer did it wrong, 4 months ago, and now here's the wrong car.
I'll save you the ensuing drama. Frankly, I was upset, but the sheer stupidity of this situation prevented me from taking it out on the salesman, and even the sales manager. What could one do but laugh? So another car, exactly identical to this one but ordered right, is on order. Another 2 months, maybe, and then we'll see if they can correctly type something into the computer.
But now there was a car-shaped hole in my heart, so I did the best thing I could and bought a different new car. Which should arrive hopefully by next week! Knowing my luck, this one will arrive with three wheels and on fire. Fingers crossed!
So about a week after the original post went up, I get another call from the dealership. The car is here! Come on down and begin your happy trails to motoring wonderment!
I go, and there she sits, even better than I imagined. The color is shining in the clear, cold April air. I instruct my bank account to carry the bundle of sticks up the mountain.
But. A dark premonition creeps in around the daylight of hope. There was one feature I absolutely required in this car, a specific configuration of seats to accommodate all my many clones. After 4 months, it would be disaster if the car was not equipped just so. To set my fear at ease, I go to the door for the back seats, open and-
Of course it's wrong. It's the wrong seats. The fancy captain's chairs are there, instead of the less fancy but more useful bench. The flunky at the dealership who's job it is to input the order into the computer did it wrong, 4 months ago, and now here's the wrong car.
I'll save you the ensuing drama. Frankly, I was upset, but the sheer stupidity of this situation prevented me from taking it out on the salesman, and even the sales manager. What could one do but laugh? So another car, exactly identical to this one but ordered right, is on order. Another 2 months, maybe, and then we'll see if they can correctly type something into the computer.
But now there was a car-shaped hole in my heart, so I did the best thing I could and bought a different new car. Which should arrive hopefully by next week! Knowing my luck, this one will arrive with three wheels and on fire. Fingers crossed!
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