Frequent Flyer
We bought a Hyundai a year and a half ago. I’ve absolutely loved this car—until a month ago.
First of all, my horn stopped working. I like my horn. It’s a valuable feature! Don’t misunderstand—I’m not honking ALL the time, but when stuck at a red light and the car in front of me isn’t moving because the driver is staring at their phone…a little horn goes a long way.
I want a working horn.
At the same time, one of my tires alerted that it was low on air. I filled it up—yep, there was a slow leak. I made an appointment.
At the first appointment, they fixed the horn. Hooray!
The tire was leaking air, but I needed all new tires since mine were bald. I agreed, so they had me come back the next day.
The second appointment was straightforward. Replace the tires, and do the alignment. Something was not right, as the work took FOUR HOURS to complete. 😡 Even the manager came out and apologized. Eventually ( and boy do I mean that!), I drove home with new tires.
A week and a half went by, and another low air alert appeared, but this time it was a different tire. I drove straight to the dealership and waited. AGAIN. After a couple of hours, I was told nothing was wrong. The tires were great, the sensors worked perfectly. Wut?? I drove home suspiciously.
Five days later, the same low air alert came on. Same tire. So here I sit again, waiting. This is the FOURTH time I’ve been here in less than a month. This time, when I walked in, the employee recognized me.🤦🏻♀️
Unbelievably, I am now a frequent flyer. I’ve eaten all their snacks and sampled all the drinks. I even got so bored that I tried a “slightly” sparkled water with lemon. Does that sound gross? It was, people. But you sit somewhere long enough, repeatedly, and you start to go crazy.
Ever hopeful, I’m certain my tire can be fixed and this whole nonsensical month can just fade into the background of my memories.
There’s a lot of places I would love to be considered a frequent flyer—but an automotive repair shop is not one of them. 🙄
