Yes, if ass holes could fly, I'd need to build a runway!
We have a Chrysler Concorde who's whiz band computerized climate controll system has taken a dump. Regardless of how you set it, it will only run at full heat, with the fan running at full blast. I drove the car last Saturday (first ime in about four months) and my right foot got blistered from the heat output. When every one was gathered, I asked "How long has the Chrysler been like that?". I got blank stares with a unanimous response of "Like what?". I proceded to explain what I meant and was answered with "I didn't know that there was a problem." Doh! You can't regulate the temprature or the fan speed, yet there's no apparent problem?!?!? Dee, dee, dee!
So, my housemate asys "What should I do?" I replied "Call the dealership, and make an appointment to take it in.". Side note: We bought the car used from the Kia dealer.
This morning as she headed out, we're confirming the transportation plans to get her home from the dealership she says, "... and you can pick me up at Kia.". I'm like "Kia? WTF do you mean Kia... It's a Chrysler. Why the hell are we taking it to a Kia dealer?!?!". She said, "Well you said to make an appointment with the dealer." I replied in exasperation, "But why the Kia dealer? If it was something I felt anyone could fix, I'd have told you that we'll take it to Meineke. Any parts needed to fix it will have to come from a Chrysler dealer, now logically, wouldn't it be best to take it to the people who knows what the hell is going on and could get parts straight away?" She just stood there with a stupid look on her face and I turned my head in disgust. Stupid! Farkin' stoopid moran! How the hell she ever lived to be 56 years old is beyond me!
I'm so mad I could spit! Now I'll have to make the arrangements and be inconvenienced.