"Fucking great" I say to myself as I dig out the number for the Littleton dealership I bought it from. Gave them a call and they told me to call the Arapahoe dealership just across the street from where I was and that they'd authorize a service if it's under warranty. Called them, the guy I talked to put me on hold for about 15mins while he tried to call the Littleton dealershit to get an auth or something. He came back on, had no fucking clue what was going on, and I told him to call me back. 20mins later car still doesn't start and the guy hasn't called back.
I stopped a guy and asked him if he could jump me, see if I could get it started and drive it to the dealership to have it looked at. Engine turned but wouldn't start. So I packed up my shit and walked to the Arapahoe dealership, and the guy that was supposedly working on my auth LEFT EARLY. Great customer service, asshole. Talked to another guy there, he basically said "Fuck 'em", put in a new service ticket and gave me the number for a tow truck. An hour later the tow truck shows up at the bank, get it all loaded up and $80 later my truck's at the dealership.
First thought was that it was the battery, but after jumping it I think it's the starter. This truck was weaker than my old one at starting since I bought it three months ago. After talking to the tow truck guy, he thinks it's the alternator. So right now my truck's sitting in the boneyard at the dealership, working on it "First thing tomorrow morning" (yeah right). I think I'll stop by on my way to work (I work about 1mi E of my place, dealership's about 1/4mi W of work) and see if they're working on it, and with any luck I can pick it up on my way home from work.
-$80 tow truck
- what the dealership charges me to fix it
+ paycheck
+ $0.00 from insurance (They always fuck me)
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$0.14 remaining. Fucking shitty.