vertigo
02-26-2015, 11:15 PM
As many of you have read in another post, I've been grudgingly tire shopping for my Santa Fe. I did some phone shopping today and decided that buck for buck, Pep Boys Eastgate had the best deal for what I wanted. I'd rather have kept my business local to me, but the $8 in gas was worth it.
The wife gets home at 4:15, we pack the baby and head west. Now, I've been quoted, I've been called back, confirmed I was coming and that the tires were in stock. We show up, and magically my information is missing, and the guy I've been talking to went home. Fucking Beautiful...
We get that sorted out, and I go with this old bastard to see the tires. We find three. Seriously?!? WTF? After hunting I (ME, the damned customer) find the 4th tire, and we proceed. No, I don't want the $85 alignment. Yes, I know my rotors are shot. If I could get the older woman to walk her ass back here and price them to me, I might buy some.
As we are meandering around the store, another old 'tard calls my 10 month-old son a girl, and after he gets corrected, does it a second time. I tell him to fuck off, we don't need help. Yes, I used the words, "Fuck Off." I'm not super patient.
2 hours later, the car is done....and the real fun begins. Let me digress for a second: We are dog-sitting for Tami's mom, and the little shit chewed my wallet when I went to take a dump. My debit card got cracked. So, Tami swipes her card for $582.97. They say it only approved $400, and we have an outstanding balance of $182.97. Wrong answer. We aren't rich by any means, but we have a really nice emergency fund, and this will not dent it. More like ding it. The woman is helping the older guy, and they both agree that when they deleted the transaction, it stopped it. I freaking doubt it. So, they run her card again. Declined. Again. Declined. Yet again. Declined. 4 fucking times this asshole swipes her card. Did I mention the 10 month old little dude? Yep, you guessed it: He is tired and PISSED!
Tami calls her bank, and confirms her balance. Now we've been at the counter arguing with these people for quite some time. I've about had it. We've got a printout of all transactions that shows that they have at least $400 from us. We still have no receipt, the store is closing, so Tami writes a check which the guy PROMISES to hold until he sees one of us in the morning.
Literally 3 minutes after we walk out, her phone rings and it's her bank's fraud department. Imagine that. According to them, they have taken at least the $582.97, and it appears to have been duplicated. Dick drinking, anal spelunking horse fuckers.
So now, we get to go to Amelia in the morning to talk to the bank, get a printout of the transactions from tonight, and go back to Pep Boys to argue some more. I swear to Christ, if this goes sour, and they got over $2500 for a set of Coopers, I am going to lose my shit. Small claims court, news coverage. I've got a big mouth and a bad temper. Let's hope they make this right. I may shit on the waiting room table. Right next to the magazines.
The wife gets home at 4:15, we pack the baby and head west. Now, I've been quoted, I've been called back, confirmed I was coming and that the tires were in stock. We show up, and magically my information is missing, and the guy I've been talking to went home. Fucking Beautiful...
We get that sorted out, and I go with this old bastard to see the tires. We find three. Seriously?!? WTF? After hunting I (ME, the damned customer) find the 4th tire, and we proceed. No, I don't want the $85 alignment. Yes, I know my rotors are shot. If I could get the older woman to walk her ass back here and price them to me, I might buy some.
As we are meandering around the store, another old 'tard calls my 10 month-old son a girl, and after he gets corrected, does it a second time. I tell him to fuck off, we don't need help. Yes, I used the words, "Fuck Off." I'm not super patient.
2 hours later, the car is done....and the real fun begins. Let me digress for a second: We are dog-sitting for Tami's mom, and the little shit chewed my wallet when I went to take a dump. My debit card got cracked. So, Tami swipes her card for $582.97. They say it only approved $400, and we have an outstanding balance of $182.97. Wrong answer. We aren't rich by any means, but we have a really nice emergency fund, and this will not dent it. More like ding it. The woman is helping the older guy, and they both agree that when they deleted the transaction, it stopped it. I freaking doubt it. So, they run her card again. Declined. Again. Declined. Yet again. Declined. 4 fucking times this asshole swipes her card. Did I mention the 10 month old little dude? Yep, you guessed it: He is tired and PISSED!
Tami calls her bank, and confirms her balance. Now we've been at the counter arguing with these people for quite some time. I've about had it. We've got a printout of all transactions that shows that they have at least $400 from us. We still have no receipt, the store is closing, so Tami writes a check which the guy PROMISES to hold until he sees one of us in the morning.
Literally 3 minutes after we walk out, her phone rings and it's her bank's fraud department. Imagine that. According to them, they have taken at least the $582.97, and it appears to have been duplicated. Dick drinking, anal spelunking horse fuckers.
So now, we get to go to Amelia in the morning to talk to the bank, get a printout of the transactions from tonight, and go back to Pep Boys to argue some more. I swear to Christ, if this goes sour, and they got over $2500 for a set of Coopers, I am going to lose my shit. Small claims court, news coverage. I've got a big mouth and a bad temper. Let's hope they make this right. I may shit on the waiting room table. Right next to the magazines.