Where to begin to recount the “odyssey” that has been the past four days?
Saturday morning, took the bus back to the parking garage after walking 1.5 miles to the stop from home. Called insurance who sent a tow truck that couldn’t fit into the parking garage. He had a portable battery starter so he tried again on my car battery and it started a split second later and the car drove like the little wonder she has always been. I drove straight to Autozone to buy a battery and asked them to install it. I was “served” by the surly manager who took forever to install the battery and when he finally told me to start it, the car was more dead than it had ever been. He kept going through the same pantomimes of screwing something and after repeated attempts to start my car it was completely dead. I asked him what was the problem and he told me that whoever had serviced the car before had put some kind of wire on it that he didn’t know what it was so he removed it. My heart dropped to my feet. Why did you remove it I asked him, and he got all defensive saying I was accusing him of sabotaging my car and that the mechanic before me had rigged a defective device–I asked him if he was a mechanic and he wouldn’t answer. I told him to remove the new battery and give me my money back. By this time it was nearly noon and hot as hell and I walked back home another 1.5 miles.
Sunday morning walked back there again after arrranging for another tow service. They took the car to a mechanic open on weekends and I walked two miles to a grocery to get a few things and then the two miles back to get home carrying bottled water I badly needed. Turns out the car wasn’t ready until yesterday. Walked to the bus Monday morning, but took a cab to the shop to pick it up.
The mechanic told me the guy at Autozone had removed a ground wire and basically fried the electrical system in my car but they were able to fix it. It did drive well on the way home but I noticed the speedometer wasn’t working.
This morning on the way to work while I was still in Metairie, the car completely killed on me in a residential section and was again dead as door nails. Wouldn’t even turn over. Walked another mile to get to a phone, and yes, I have decided to end my boycott of cell phones and to reactivate mine, was told a tow truck would be there in half an hour, walked the mile back and waited two and a half hours and no truck showed. Borrowed someone’s cell phone and called my insurance. They told me the tow truck people had reported they had gone to the site and no one was there, a real crock of $h!t. So, since I was 1.5 miles away from my regular mechanic, I walked to his shop, arranged for it to be towed to him, walked 1.5 miles back to the car and met the towing service, then walked 1 mile back home in the really searing sun.
I’m so disgusted you couldn’t possibly grasp how fed up with everything this makes me feel. This may be the death knell of my little car and I can’t tell you how bad a time this is for me to buy a new one. I’ve called my insurance agent and they said to try to file a claim on Autozone’s negligence but there’s no guarantee. I think I’ve walked at least fifteen miles over the past few days. I may not have kayaked on Bayou St. John, but I feel like I’ve run the rapids on the Colorado River. I’m very upset and feeling cornered.