I went to pick up my car today after work. I left work at 5:00 PM knowing exactly where I needed to go to retrieve my vehicle. I started heading towards the collision repair center and realized I was not on the correct highway. I have navigation on my phone, but chose not to use it at first. As my stress level rose due to the fear I would not make it the collision repair center before 6:00 PM (when they close), I decided to use the navigation. Unfortunately, I kept ignoring the full route on my phone because I thought I knew better. There is no logic in my thought process, I am aware. During this time, my rental's gas tank had reached empty and my phone was about to die (I didn't have charging capabilities). Then I started whining to myself and thought about crying.
After driving all around the city of Las Colinas and Irving, I finally made to to David McDavid Collision Repair. It was 6:05 PM when I arrived. I asked a guy standing outside the place if anyone was still in there and he said he didn't know. I went ahead and parked and ambled my way to the door (today was not the day to wear five inch heels [I'm not even sure I should be allowed wear heels]). I passed my car along the way and noticed my front license plate did not exist. I was elated when the door opened and there was a nice man inside who was expecting me (a little weird). I asked about the missing license plate and he said I would have to order another. I said, "The fun never ends" and started to say I've not had a good time with this car repair, mentioned that I left my tolltag in the first rental, had to pay for the lost tag, and then started to tell him about the two flat tires I had on the same day in the first rental. Before I could get the story out, he said, "Oh, I know about your flat tires.". I looked at him and said, "Are you being serious?". He said, "I am being serious. Stories like that float around. Tell me your version.". I really could not believe this and asked how he heard and he said the guys at Enterprise on their campus were talking about it and that other people had been telling the story. I mentioned I thought it's sort of like I'm famous and he corrected me and said, "It's more like you're infamous." OUCH!
I paid my deductible, went and got gas in the rental, dropped of the rental key, and got in my car. I immediately noticed that they did not clean any of the interior, left trash in the trunk, the car smells like a cross between a band-aid and a barn, and a speaker that I had a problem with prior to the wreck was still just as problematic as ever. I will now be scraping velcro off my windshield where my tolltag once was, paying to have the car cleaned, ordering a license plate, and making an appointment to take my car in to have the speaker fixed (or whatever is wrong near the speaker).
