A car, like life, is just one damn thing after another.
If it isn’t paying through the nose to get the car through its MOT then it’s seeing another dent and scratch on the side by a clumsy/malicious driver or a vandal.
A car is an expensive lump of metal worth its weight in woe.
Recently, our car’s clutch/gears have been playing up. Sometimes the clutch pedal sticks and at other times first and second gear won’t engage, which makes for tricky driving.
My wife popped the car into the Peugeot garage at 7.30 on Tuesday morning and they said they’d let her know what was wrong later that afternoon. Oh, they wondered if we’d like to buy a new car (no), and then informed her that the diagnosis fee alone would be 120 euros.
They didn’t get back to my wife until this afternoon (Thursday), despite her phoning twice before on the previous days, and told her that they thought the trouble might be in the gearbox (I could have told you that, you French muppet). But just to open the gearbox would cost us 370 euros. What?!
My wife asked what might be wrong and how much it might cost; we have an old car so a big bill wouldn’t be worth it. The man replied that he couldn’t tell her that.
My wife asked what causes had been discounted but the man replied that that was confidential. What?! CONFIDENTIAL – it’s our car for a start and, um, it’s a car, not a patient in a hospital.
Anyway, the man would not budge so my wife said she’d come and collect the car tomorrow and pay the 120 euros for them doing nothing. She also wanted a piece of paper stating what had been done. The man haughtily replied he couldn’t do that.
I know where I’d stick his petrol pump.