Dropped my car off at the mechanic a while ago, because my AC only blows cold for the first 5…read moreminutes, then it might as well be on "Vent." They called the next day wanting to know if we had spare keys, because they locked mine in the car.
Then they went suspiciously radio-silent, so I called them after the weekend. "Oh, we think we know what the problem is," they tell me, "but when we tried to test it, we fried your computer. I'm trying to find one for it now. Might be a day or two."
So I gave them three days and called for an update. "Well," she tells me, "the computer is in but we can't program all of it. We are getting ready to take it down to the Dodge dealership and get it programmed. Then we can get it back here and fix it. Should be done this afternoon. I'll call you."
So I call them four days later, and some random dude answers the phone and tells me, "Oh, yeah he's out road testing right now. Let me just, let me, oh, he's back and under the hood, but the phone won't reach that far so I can't ask him about it. We will call you back in about 20 minutes."
So 2 hours later I text my husband and suggest I'm sick of getting jerked around and maybe HE should call the guy and see if HE can get an answer. He decides to drop in and visit instead.
"What's the deal with the car?" he asks.
"I dunno. Had some other things come up," answers the mechanic. The conversation went quickly downhill from there, but eventually it was determined my car would be done within 24 hours.
So they call me today (who knew? I guess their phone IS capable of dialing out!) and tell me my car is done. Since we both get home late from work, my father-in-law picks it up for me and we go to his house after work.
"The key on the ring is your new key," he tells me. "The old key on the other thing only unlocks the door, but won't start it any more." Somewhat skeptical about this greeting, I go check to make sure my fob still works- golden.
Which suddenly makes me wonder about the usefulness of the spare keys that came with the car. But I digress.
"As long as the friggin AC works all the time," I decide. "That's all I care about."
"Meh," he answers. "Didn't seem that great to me."
I get in my car, inspect my receipt, start it up and head down the road, squinting into the lukewarm breeze blasting out of my dash, trying to remember how to program my stereo. Home is approaching, and my breeze remains indistinguishable from the air outside my window. I swing wide and add a couple miles to the trip. You know, in case for some reason it takes a little longer to start working.
10 minutes later, I sit in the driveway staring dumbfound but disturbingly not disbelieving at the dash of my car, blowing balmy air at my face like a Florida summer breeze.
It no longer even gets cold the first few minutes. Just... just nothin. 12 days they had my car. A new key, a new computer, two new switches, a fresh batch of freon (it was full when I dropped it off) and a bonus fee for "evacuate and recharge AC to change switch" and now I have even LESS air conditioning than I had to begin with.
So if ever you're in Blackfoot, Idaho, and you have car problems, don't take it to Danny's Auto. They'll keep it 2 weeks, break shit that ain't broke, never call you back, charge you a couple hundred bucks, and not even road test the fucking thing and make sure it *actually* works before they give it back.
UPDATE: They are refunding my money. I'll take it somewhere to get fixed.
