As requested, I left my car - yet again - at the soon-to-be-never-revisited garage. They called me sheepishly at 11am to tell me that something they replaced last week had not been correctly tightened and that was what was causing the noise. I told them that of course I wouldn't be paying for them having to do something that they should have done when they had it in last week, and asked for reassurances that all was now well.
I received said reassurances, collected said car at the end of the working day, and was then given the joy of driving home to the accompaniment of what sounds like an empty baked bean tin being scraped with a garden fork every time I turn the steering wheel to the left.
Part of me thinks they've done it deliberately just to make me smile. Part of me thinks they've done it deliberately just to piss me off. Part of me thinks they've done it deliberately just so I have to go back AGAIN. All of me has decided that they're out of my life and I'm going to get it checked out somewhere else and, if necessary, send them the bill for any extra work.
And in the meantime, I've put in an offer on the Mazda, and my soon-to-be-divorced colleague has said I can pick it up next weekend....
RC 18-5-23
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