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I know you all will probably flame me for telling you this but my dad pays for everything i'm getting done to my Z(I'm only 15), so just save your "walking two miles in the snow" stories for later and feel sorry for me. But here it goes, dad decided to take me to the middle of nowhere to this shithole of a trailer where this so-called interior shop does work. I mean its pathetic, there are 5 dogs barking nonstop, and a shack with about as much lighting as there is inside a closet, and to top it off theres the 2 people workin there with about 5 teeth between the two of them. Now that you have the mental picture, you can picture me goin to pick my car up after TWO WEEKS. I checked on it every day of the two week period though, everything seemed to be going good they did my 2+2 seat, they did the whole trim kit and it all looked great, I was just waiting on my front seats. They were last since I was getting a Z embroidered on it (my interior was supposed to be just like the pictures on ztoyz.net of the navy with gray trim interior). So, I was actually feeling pretty good when I went to pick it up, well truthfully I was feeling great. I haven't have my Z long but I'm already in love with it, and I missed it. But back to the story, I go to pick up my car and well heres your next mental image.......me going back to the shithole, confident at last, not scared of the dogs or tritoothed men anymore, I look in my car, and I dont know if any of you have seen the pics im talking about on ztoyz.net but the SMALL Z that i was supposed to get they have decided to make absolutely huge. It goes from one side of the two tone seat to the other, it looked so ugly, I mean I can see me seeing my car at a show right now......."God that guy should have gotten fag written across his seat instead of a Z"......thats how ugly it is. Now if that wasnt bad enough, I walk around the back of my car and there a huge light blue spot in my navy blue exterior, I'm not talkin a suttle spot, just obvious light blue with little bubbles in it. I proceed to yell and ramble and somehow get the point across I want to know what the hell that is, and he tries to tell me that it was there when I brought it in, which is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard in my life. I don't know what to do. My parents are no help they say we need to not pay them and walk away from it because theres no sense in sueing them, but if we do that then my father who led me to the shithole to begin with can pay to get my whole car repainted and to have my seats replaced with........racing seats i guess.....I dont see any other option......I am so depressed so pray for me cry for me and please tell me what in gods name can I do? Thanks for hearing me out everyone. and I'm sorry
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