Our nose is jes a lil bit out o' joint. We've just returned from a fruitless trip to The Big(ger) CityTM, the object bein' to get The Tart serviced but one in which we wasted our precious time. I called the dealer yesterday to set up an appointment for The Tart's service, bein' the conscientious sort I AM about motor maintenance, and was told that routine service was a walk-in affair with no appointment necessary. "Just don't come during lunch hour," sez the kind lady, "anytime between eight and noon and from 1:30 until five and you'll be good." Not so. I arrived at precisely 1330 hrs today and was told the service department was all booked up and would I like an appointment for 1500 hrs? "No," sez I... "I'll come back another day." I hope this isn't a harbinger of things to come.
But, oh well. Walk on...
But, oh well. Walk on...
"Sooner or later it all gets real"Heh. Beer me!
I hate that sort of thang. Hopefully, it will go better next time.
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