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Don't Buy a Volkswagen

Ever. I warned you.

The battery in our Cabrio went dead last Friday. No one (Advance Auto Parts, AutoZone, etc.) installs VW batteries because the process is labor intensive because you have to remove some bar or something (I know NOTHING about cars). So, I had to take it to the dealership on Saturday morning. This is what happened:

Me: I need a new battery.
Them: Do you have an appointment?
Me: No.
Them: Well, we're pretty full today with people who already made appointments.
Me: Like for oil changes and 60,000 mile check-ups?
Them: Yes.
Me: Well, I didn't really plan on my battery dying, so that's why I didn't make an appointment.
Them: We'll see what we can do.

These are the same jackasses that took three weeks to fix the door handle on the same car. Apparently, the jackass wagon broke down over on Baker's Bridge Road and they set up a VW dealership. Finally, after calling them 6 times today, here's what happened:

Them: Mr. Davidson?
Me: Yes.
Them: Well, we have your car.
Me: Yes, I know. I dropped it off there on Saturday.
Them: Well, they worked on it on Saturday, but when they left, they left it hooked up to the machine and no one knew what was happening. That mechanic didn't show up today, so we thought someone was working on it all day since it was hooked up to that machine.
Me: So is it ready?
Them: No. Your battery is dead.
Me: I know. That's why I brought it by.
Them: So we need your permission to put in a new battery.
Me: Okay.
Them: Well, after we put the battery in and test it, we'll call you.
Me: Okay.

I'm now taking bets that four other things will be wrong:
1) The windshield will have broken when they installed the new battery.
2) There will be one floormat missing.
3) I will have two transmissions, but no car battery.
4) They will lose my car.

So, if you're in the market for a 2-door convertible with only 60,000 miles, and you like calling jackasses 3-4 times a day, three months out of the year, I've got a deal for you.