No More Mr. Nice Guy

I was going to write something light hearted about the Super Bowl, or some other benign subject, but then real life stepped in and set my blood a pumpin'.

As you may have read a couple weeks ago, I've been having problems with my car. I have four wheel drive. Well I do in theory and on the sticker anyway. I thought that would be a smart thing to get, since I live in a potentially snowy and icy part of the world. Every time I try to use this feature however, I get a flashing yellow "Service 4 wheel drive" warning light and a sound that reminds me of the time I ran over that family of cats. (I'm not sure it was a whole family, it could have been just a small gathering.)

In the last month and a half, I have had the car to the dealer six times. Each time, they replace another part and they assure me that all is well. Low and behold, Suzy Snowflake dropped by Saturday night and I decided to use my newly, repeatedly repaired four wheel drive. I don't need to tell you what happened. I was at the dealership at 8 this morning. The "service rep" saw me, and tried to flee, but being as fleet of foot as I am, I got him. "How's it going?" he stammered. Well how do you think it's going jackass? I'm not back here because I missed the smell of car exhaust and cigarettes. He then tried to tell me that I was probably doing something wrong. I tried to remain calm and explain to this grease monkey that I'm not retarded and I know how to read an owner's manual, and that maybe, just maybe, his crew were the ones with the head injuries.

I know it's not nice to yell in polite society. Over the last six months I've been trying to control my temper. I know my fuse is non-existent and that if left unchecked, homicides and other felonys are a distinct possibility. It just seems to me that some people go out of their way to push your buttons. How 'bout just once, somebody just apologizes and accepts responsibility. I don't want to hear your excuses, just fix my damn car. Look, now I'm all wound up and I've only had two cups of coffee. I'm off to take on the world, one jackass at a time. Happy Monday! Later...Brian