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The $349 Tank Of Gas

Unfuckingbelievable.

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