So you would think that the Brent Brown Toyota saga would be over, right? You'd think that after we had to drive all the way back to the dealership to pick up the license plates that they had not (and had no intentions of ever) put in the mail, we could wash our hands of the whole debacle.
You would be wrong.
About 2 weeks later we get a call from someone who has 'taken over our account.' Since they still supposedly owe us $$ for the safety inspection we had to get, Joe took the call. It went a little like this:
Sales Weasel: Hey there! I've taken over your account and I just wanted to touch base with you and (insert more smarmy weasel-talk blah blah blah.)
Joe: Oh yeah?
SW: Yes! I wanted to ask you why you didn't purchase the '05 Tahoe from us.
J: .....................?
SW: You know, I took over this account and wanted to see if there was any way I could get you into a different car with us?
J: Are you talking about the Tahoe I bought in February?
SW: Oh... well... really? My notes said.... Umm..... The guy who had your account is..... no longer with us.... uuuuhhhh.
J: While I've got you, I did want to ask about the money they keep saying they're going to send me for a safety inspection.
SW: Umm, well I could ask... But it would probably be better if you just called back and spoke to someone else on your own.
You know Sales Weasel, that is a pretty good idea. If only anyone at the dealership understood the finer points of answering or returning calls. Which they don't. So, dear readers, if anyone ever goes to that dealership and embarks on a months-long Festival of Incompetence, don't say I didn't warn you.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
I've converted
For the last 6 months I've been going to our city's rec center. It may be small but you can always get the machine you want and the limited selection of weight-lifting apparatus was actually a good thing - much less confusing for the beginner.
The only downside to the rec center was the daycare. While it was always empty and I really liked the ladies that ran it, it cost $2 per hour for the kids to be there. It didn't seem bad while Joe was on an afternoon shift and he watched both kids in the morning, but this month (with Spring Break thrown in) my $15 rec center pass has already doubled in price. So the idea of free daycare finally lured me into a Gold's Gym membership.
Fortunately Joe found someone who was desperate for a sale and scored me a killer deal on the gym pass. Today was my first day and I think I enjoyed it. There are a whole lotta people who are in much better shape than I am (as opposed to the rec center where you work out equal parts senior citizens and firefighters.) The number of weight machines was a little bewildering. I think Joe needs to come and set me up a new weight-lifting program.
And I do so ever love the hot tub.
The only downside to the rec center was the daycare. While it was always empty and I really liked the ladies that ran it, it cost $2 per hour for the kids to be there. It didn't seem bad while Joe was on an afternoon shift and he watched both kids in the morning, but this month (with Spring Break thrown in) my $15 rec center pass has already doubled in price. So the idea of free daycare finally lured me into a Gold's Gym membership.
Fortunately Joe found someone who was desperate for a sale and scored me a killer deal on the gym pass. Today was my first day and I think I enjoyed it. There are a whole lotta people who are in much better shape than I am (as opposed to the rec center where you work out equal parts senior citizens and firefighters.) The number of weight machines was a little bewildering. I think Joe needs to come and set me up a new weight-lifting program.
And I do so ever love the hot tub.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Oh yeah... the cake
I almost forgot that I meant to post pictures of the birthday doll cake.
My papa was a master baker - he owned a bakery in Helper, Utah for many many many years. In addition to baking, he made beautiful cakes. My mom said that the roses on his cakes were so realistically light and delicately colored that you wanted to smell them. I wish I had pictures of the things that he made.
Not learning any of his skills will be something I'll probably regret all my life. I've only learned a handful of cake-decorating techniques (mostly from the Wilton site.) I can pass off a few of these with a limited measure of success - just enough to decorate a child's birthday cake without it being scorned and ridiculed. I had to bring out my entire arsenal of skills for this one. Fortunately a crowd of 6-year-olds are easy to please. Just don't look too closely at those ruffles.
Lisa's party was a masquerade ball.
The little 'cake' she's holding is actually a Keebler Clubhouse Cracker, stuck to the doll's hands with frosting. Bart ate it and pronounced it delicious.
And apparently if you have the audacity to let the girls make fun, feathered masks to take home instead of a princess-themed bag full of cheap plastic jewelry (that their mother is going to curse you for and throw away) the group of girls will totally call you on it.
Mothers of soon-to-be-6-year-olds, you've been warned.
My papa was a master baker - he owned a bakery in Helper, Utah for many many many years. In addition to baking, he made beautiful cakes. My mom said that the roses on his cakes were so realistically light and delicately colored that you wanted to smell them. I wish I had pictures of the things that he made.
Not learning any of his skills will be something I'll probably regret all my life. I've only learned a handful of cake-decorating techniques (mostly from the Wilton site.) I can pass off a few of these with a limited measure of success - just enough to decorate a child's birthday cake without it being scorned and ridiculed. I had to bring out my entire arsenal of skills for this one. Fortunately a crowd of 6-year-olds are easy to please. Just don't look too closely at those ruffles.
Lisa's party was a masquerade ball.
The little 'cake' she's holding is actually a Keebler Clubhouse Cracker, stuck to the doll's hands with frosting. Bart ate it and pronounced it delicious.
And apparently if you have the audacity to let the girls make fun, feathered masks to take home instead of a princess-themed bag full of cheap plastic jewelry (that their mother is going to curse you for and throw away) the group of girls will totally call you on it.Mothers of soon-to-be-6-year-olds, you've been warned.
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