Alrighty yall. I took my car in for inspection at the garage where my father usually turns his cars in. Well, turns out today that the garage called him this morning and told him that my brakes were shot. The rears were gone, and the fronts were fixing to go. So, he tells them to go ahead and fix them. So, he comes home for lunch and I ask him:
+"Is the car ready yet?"
-"Nope, it won't be ready until this afternoon."
+"They're that busy?"
-"No, they had to replace your brakes.. they said they were all either gone or just about to go."
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"So.. how much is it going to cost?"
-"$300"
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"What are they replacing?"
-"Brake pads...and they may turn the rotors.. i'm not exactly sure."
+"$300, how can that cost soo much?"
-"$50/hour labor, $100 parts."
+"Man, shoot, I could have probably upgraded brakes for that cost and done it myself! Have they started on it yet?"
-"Let me call . . . . . yeah, they have 3 brakes done already."
Now, I know my dad was just trying to help, which makes it hard for me to get mad at him, but dad, you've gotta ask about these things.. or at least call me about it! I did the same thing to him once, was driving my old taurus and one of the tires blew out on my way to school across town. So changed to the flat spare and limped to a gas station, filled the spare with air, took the car to a tire dealership, and put 4 new tires on the car since all of the tires were about to go.. according to the sales man... *i was 16 at the time*. So I have them all done, with out calling my dad. So, I get home and show him the bill ($200 I might add). "WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL blah blah blah blah?"
*SIGH*
I'm sorry, I've just gotta get that off my chest.
