For those of you who know me, you've heard the stories of my 2007 Altima, but I will give a quick recap just in case. I drove a 1997 Nissan 200sx for 8 years, but after being hit numerous times and then witnessing the car almost blow up while I was driving it due to an idiot mechanic putting 4 quarts too much oil in it... I decided the car needed to go. It was a BIG deal for me to make such a big purchase and I was so excited, but that didn't last for long.. Little things kept popping up all the time..
1. The glove box was broken and had to be replaced...3 times!!!
2. The hinges on the trunk were put on backwards.
3. The brake pedal was malfunctioning (who needs brakes anyway?)
4. The air conditioning pipes were routed incorrectly and were draining into the car.
5. The front windows screeched every time you rolled them up and down.
6. The air condenser blew out after only a year and a half.
7. When you push the panic button.. the windows rolled down (that'll keep those thieves out!)
SERIOUSLY?!? I think a drunk put that car together!
And... since I obviously didn't learn my lesson.. My husband and I just sold his 2001 VW Jetta and bought a 2010 Nissan Xterra. Another Nissan?!? I must be an idiot.. but I liked it best.
There were two things that I wanted added to the Xterra because I was so used to having them in the Altima--a rearview camera and a built in console for a navigation system. The salesman (who we loved, by the way), said that they could add those on with no problem. He told me that they had ordered the parts and would call me as soon as they came in.
So... I waited.. and waited.. and waited some more.
Finally, I called the dealership and asked to speak to my salesman.. and would you believe it?!? He doesn't work there any more. Imagine that.. I finally feel like I got lucky and then boom.. it is ripped right out from under me! So.. I asked about my parts and was told they would call me back the next day. I gave them a few days and then called again.. Same response. We played this game for a bit and then I decided to show them my ugly side...
Turns out.. they can not find the parts that they sold me.. WTF?!? What does that even mean? How can you not find something that is in all the pictures around the dealership?!? It has been 6 weeks and I still don't have those damn parts and I am beginning to think that I never will.
Why didn't I learn my lesson from the Altima?!?
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
New Orleans Bound...
I got a late start on heading to the Reagan National airport, but I made it with plenty of time. In an attempt to save money, I brought a packed lunch, but counteracted those savings by purchasing a forbidden Cinnabon. Within 10 minutes of consumption, I realized that I don't like Cinnabon and it didn't really care for me either, which resulted in a flight nap to repair the damages. The flight was off to a late start due to the fact that the crew was apparently sitting at the gate next door (seriously?!?).
After my successful nap that cured my Cinnabon tummy ache, I opened my eyes to find an elderly man pushing on the door of the plane. I happened to get "lucky" that day, as they had a seat in the first row with more leg room available. Yay for having room for my 37 inch inseam for once! Although suddenly this seat didn't seem so lucky any more. Does this man think this door leads to the bathroom? Oh no... He is doing his stretching routine and thinks that doing push-ups against the plane door is a good idea. He then proceeds to use the flight attendants seat as a prop for his push-ups. WTF? Your exercises routine couldn't wait until after the measly 2 and a half hour flight?? Finally he decides to do some stretches, which then results in an old man ass a little too close to my face... Yippee! Finally, the flight attendant appears from the back of the plane and asks the man to return to his seat.. Thank you!
I land in New Orleans, collect my bags and hop in a taxi. Of course, my taxi driver is intrigued by my height and wants to know how tall I am and why I am wearing heels. I tell him I'm 6 feet tall and am wearing 3 inch heels because I like them. He then told me that I was "out of his range", so he wouldn't bother flirting with me. Shux! Sounds like I missed out :) He proceeded to explain to me his love of the New Orleans Saints throughout the entire ride and then playfully (I hope) threatened to dump me on the side of the road when I told him I didn't know the Saints were the World Champions. Oopsie! New Orleans foul!
Once I made it to my hotel room, I made reservations at one of Emeril's restaurants called NOLA restaurant and had a salad, a tasty crab cake and creme brulee. The food was delicious and I felt like the night was going great. There were nice people sitting next to me in the chef's viewing area and we were having good conversation, but all of that got interrupted when I had to run to the restroom because I was suddenly sick... The food didn't seem so great anymore.
I headed back to my hotel and decided to stop off at a Walgreen's to get some medicine in case whatever that was decided to strike again. I stepped out of the Walgreen's and heard a loud squishy sound... I looked down to see that I had stepped in frothy, white vomit! OMG! Talk about nasty and I almost got sick again right then and there. I hobbled to the hotel trying to wipe my shoe on every grass patch I could find, but it was there for the long haul...
When I got to the hotel, I asked the valet to bring me some water to attempt to rinse off my shoe. He did the best he could and then I hobbled up to my room, where I threw my shoe in the sink and washed the heck out of it... I decided it was time for bed and that New Orleans was not my friend that day...
After my successful nap that cured my Cinnabon tummy ache, I opened my eyes to find an elderly man pushing on the door of the plane. I happened to get "lucky" that day, as they had a seat in the first row with more leg room available. Yay for having room for my 37 inch inseam for once! Although suddenly this seat didn't seem so lucky any more. Does this man think this door leads to the bathroom? Oh no... He is doing his stretching routine and thinks that doing push-ups against the plane door is a good idea. He then proceeds to use the flight attendants seat as a prop for his push-ups. WTF? Your exercises routine couldn't wait until after the measly 2 and a half hour flight?? Finally he decides to do some stretches, which then results in an old man ass a little too close to my face... Yippee! Finally, the flight attendant appears from the back of the plane and asks the man to return to his seat.. Thank you!
I land in New Orleans, collect my bags and hop in a taxi. Of course, my taxi driver is intrigued by my height and wants to know how tall I am and why I am wearing heels. I tell him I'm 6 feet tall and am wearing 3 inch heels because I like them. He then told me that I was "out of his range", so he wouldn't bother flirting with me. Shux! Sounds like I missed out :) He proceeded to explain to me his love of the New Orleans Saints throughout the entire ride and then playfully (I hope) threatened to dump me on the side of the road when I told him I didn't know the Saints were the World Champions. Oopsie! New Orleans foul!
Once I made it to my hotel room, I made reservations at one of Emeril's restaurants called NOLA restaurant and had a salad, a tasty crab cake and creme brulee. The food was delicious and I felt like the night was going great. There were nice people sitting next to me in the chef's viewing area and we were having good conversation, but all of that got interrupted when I had to run to the restroom because I was suddenly sick... The food didn't seem so great anymore.
I headed back to my hotel and decided to stop off at a Walgreen's to get some medicine in case whatever that was decided to strike again. I stepped out of the Walgreen's and heard a loud squishy sound... I looked down to see that I had stepped in frothy, white vomit! OMG! Talk about nasty and I almost got sick again right then and there. I hobbled to the hotel trying to wipe my shoe on every grass patch I could find, but it was there for the long haul...
When I got to the hotel, I asked the valet to bring me some water to attempt to rinse off my shoe. He did the best he could and then I hobbled up to my room, where I threw my shoe in the sink and washed the heck out of it... I decided it was time for bed and that New Orleans was not my friend that day...
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