August 16, 2005

The $349 Tank Of Gas


Got the car into the dealer shop today and do you know what was wrong with it?

Remember how I stated that I had driven to the gas station and filled up my car just before heading home and how a mere two blocks later the car was almost dead?

I'll tell you why...because the service station, the one that rhymes with Mexico, has shitty gas and it nearly destroyed my car. Yes, the gas I had pumped from "Mexaco" was so bad, so oily, it clogged up my fuel lines so that fuel wasn't getting to the parts it needed to get to.

Naturally I was questioned whether I put diesel in the tank on accident, because, I'm a girl so of course I'm so stupid that even though I've pumped gas a fratillion times, perhaps this time I didn't know what I was doing. Or maybe silly girl that I am, got distracted, say, by a pretty butterfly floating by and accidentally hit the wrong number at the gas pump.

That was really pissing me off and I finally told the dealer, "Look, I'll take a damn picture of the pump so you can see I'm not stupid, I know which gas to use, I've done it thousands of times. Capice?" He finally got the picture to lay the hell off.

The repairs were a matter of $30 total but I had the pleasure of paying almost $300 in labor costs because they had to drain the entire tank of gas I had just purchased, ($45 worth), and flush the fuel lines twice and test it after putting about 3 gallons of their own gas in there.

They gave me a sample of the crappy gas to take to the Mexaco station which I will do, along with the receipt I printed out as I had paid via credit card at the pump, (see? Always get a receipt), and tell them they owe me $349 dollars.

Of course they will deny me this and will try to shift the blame onto me, perhaps accusing me of being nothing more than a ditzy little girl who needs a guy to show her how to fill her cute little car up with gas so that she can go go go! and I will get pissed and then write a letter to the corporate office who will in turn write me a letter in response that won't even address the issues but will merely say, "Thank you for contacting Mexaco with your concerns. We take every customer seriously. We hope that your issues have come to an amicable resolution and that you will entrust Mexaco for future needs. Here's a coupon in the amount of $1.28 to purchase a 20oz soda on us. We thank you for your patronage."

And of course I'll get riled, shoot off an angry letter back, they'll ignore me for a few weeks and then some poor schmuck will have to write me back and tell me that at this time Mexaco will not be able to reimburse me for the gasoline or the damages caused to my car unless I send the sample and you can't send gasoline in the fucking mail so this will be a complete and total waste of time, I'll only get fucking irritated and I'll be right back where I started.

The good news is, the car is fixed, (knock on wood), and eventually I will have to go in and get two new fuel lines and a fuel filter but that is going to have to wait till next paycheck.

So my car really needs your prayers and thoughts and well wishes that it has made a full recovery. As do I because without this car, I cannot get to work and without work, I have no money and without money, I have no home.

Guess I can sleep on the ground of the Mexaco doorway if that happens, you know, since they value me so much.

Posted by S. Faolan Wolf at August 16, 2005 08:19 PM | TrackBack

Actually, I believe on most reciepts somewhere it says what grade of fuel you bought yes no? And also, diesel is not usually near the gasoline, and if it is; they are most often on different pumps. I would drill down on the details, run by the Mexaco station where you bought the gas, ruffle a few feathers and see what happens.

Posted by: shank at August 17, 2005 10:17 AM

Was this you, S. Faolan?

Posted by: Maine at August 17, 2005 12:09 PM

Good luck, yer gonna need it...

Posted by: Jeffro at August 17, 2005 07:28 PM

Same thing happened to my friend only the pinhead that worked for the station who pumped the gas filled her car with diesel. Seized the engine before she even got out of their driveway! I bought the car and replaced the motor. My mechanic showed me that it was caused by diesel fuel-how you ask? Diesel will melt the bottom out of a styrofoam cup-gas won't.

Also my father had his ramptruck's hydrolic tanks filled with diesel fuel. The idiot that worked there didn't know the difference between hydrolic tank and the fuel tank on his truck and guessed. The station only paid for repairs-nothing for time lost or money lost on work.

My sister car was running crappy. After my Dad looked at it and determined it was the gas. The gas looked just like chocolate milk-evidently water had gotten in the station's tank.

Nothing gas stations do surprise me any more.

Posted by: Debby S at August 17, 2005 09:46 PM

Good luck with that car! It's a good thing you finally figured out what's wrong with it.

Posted by: cousineddie at August 17, 2005 09:52 PM

Well, if you go visit your brother you can carry a sample with you to their corporate offices! That would be fun.

Posted by: SailGirl at August 25, 2005 09:07 PM
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