Today is a very bad Saturday, I thot is was going to be good b/c my Mazda dealership was gonna give us a free tank of gas for filling out their customer satisfaction survey, so my wife took the car in and they filled it up. Great, right...? Not!!! My wife gets home and I go to get in the car to go file our taxes, and what do i see? A FUCKING 3 INCH SCRATCH!!! WTF? I know this was not there just last night for sure, b/c I was taking pictures of the car. So, naturally, I accuse the wife and spend a good 5-10 minutes yelling @ her about how careless she is with the car, and how she is gonna have to have it fixed b/c the damn scratch is so deep that touch-up paint isn't gonna work. It needs to be sanded down and re-painted. Of course, she denies guilt and says there is no way she made a scratch that big and deep w/o noticing it. Well I am sure as hell that it did not come from me! and upon further, closer investigation, it is obviously not from another car door. The damage is on the driver's side, doorframe, @ the bottom, close to the plastic guard that you are supposed to step on when you enter and leave the car, but on the outside, like someone had on a shoe (with something hard like metal clasps) and their foot dragged the outside of the doorframe and gouged the hell out of my car! So i immediately checked my own feet as well as my wifes. Both of us were wearing jeans and tennies w/o a hard spot on them, it wasn't our feet. So then, who's foot was it? It had to be someone @ the dealership. I asked my wife who had the car when she went in. She said she thought only Chris, our salesman. What was he wearing? A suit and dress shoes. DRESS SHOES? It could e him!!! I said great! call him and see if he gave the car to anyone to fill it up, and let him know what happened and see what he thinks. So she called and he said he was the only one with the car and we should bring it in next week to have them look at it.
I guess i just needed to vent that out, whew... i feel a little better... no, not really. Well anyways, i am not gonna get my hopes up, b/c I know i can't prove that it was his fault, maybe they will fix it anyway, i hope so because i will prolly fuck it up more just trying to fix it. I am so sad now.