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Sunday, November 8, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
10
The butt end of two of my vehicles now sport the number 10, for October, and what an adventure that's been! The mustang has sat for months not running. I took it upon myself to get it there, and after breaking it, I'm still rather proud of myself :) I charged the battery, got it to Flagship to get the oil changed, and attempted to get a safety check. Now, if you've got Geico like I do, then maybe you know that if you should lose your actual insurance cards, they'll email you copies for your convenience which you can print up. These cards, while claimed to be completely legitimate from Geico themselves, are not acceptable in the real world, for things like getting a safety check, or say, getting on base, because they are printed on plain paper and could possibly be fabricated. However, in this fabulous fast forwarded month of October, I've been able to use the cards I have to do All these things!
October 14th, the fiasco with the mustang's safety check began with them not even doing the safety check even though I asked them to fail it so I could take the blue slip which gives me 30 days to do whatever needs to be done to correct the fail and not be cited for it. So, in an effort to give me quality customer service for not doing a service I requested, they decide to pass it, but give me stickers that belong to someone else. They call and say I need to bring the car back so I did and they take the tags back, for the White Ford Explorer, it belonged to. And because I was honest, the inspector passed me, no problem.
October 17th, I photograph a wedding on Pearl Harbor and I get in with this seemingly fabricated insurance card without so much as a flinch from the guard. Hickam, for the reception, is a different story. This guy is cocky to no end, and repeats everything I say back to me as though it's a question. I tell him that Geico allows this card to be used as a replacement. He says he'll check with his supervisor and walks out. I wait. He comes back and proceeds to write me a pass. Hello? You was wrong ah? Thanks!
Today, October 31st. We head out to town on this first Saturday in forever that I'm not working, and I realize, the red 10 on the back of the Yukon is smiling at me! Oh jeez. It's been telling me for days that it needs an oil change anyway, so after dropping off the family at home, I take it. I realize when I ask for the oil change and safety check, that I've still not gotten the original insurance cards and this guy is gonna tell me the same schpeil. And before he can even shake his head, I say, "I know you won't take this so can you fail me and give me the blue slip? I have to come back either way." He looks at me, blinks, and nods. Uhh, ok? I walk over to Longs, and come back at the time I'm promised my truck, and lo and behold, it's not even in the bay yet. I take a seat with my Monster and wait. Alex, his name embroidered on name tag says, comes in and says, "Clarissa?" I look up and say "Yes?" He says he can't pass it with this insurance card but will give me the blue slip. I say ok with a smile, and return to texting. Minutes later, the Yukon rolls out of the bay, and up to the front, so I walk out, toss my package through the front window onto the seat and walk back in to pay.
The girl behind the counter, with black tipped acrylic nails adorned with red spiders and white webs festively for Halloween, slaps down my papers and says, "The inspector is being nice today and he's gonna pass your truck, even though this isn't an acceptable insurance card. I don't know why." To this, I express my gratitude and smile at her too, she's not amused. Ahahah!
October 14th, the fiasco with the mustang's safety check began with them not even doing the safety check even though I asked them to fail it so I could take the blue slip which gives me 30 days to do whatever needs to be done to correct the fail and not be cited for it. So, in an effort to give me quality customer service for not doing a service I requested, they decide to pass it, but give me stickers that belong to someone else. They call and say I need to bring the car back so I did and they take the tags back, for the White Ford Explorer, it belonged to. And because I was honest, the inspector passed me, no problem.
October 17th, I photograph a wedding on Pearl Harbor and I get in with this seemingly fabricated insurance card without so much as a flinch from the guard. Hickam, for the reception, is a different story. This guy is cocky to no end, and repeats everything I say back to me as though it's a question. I tell him that Geico allows this card to be used as a replacement. He says he'll check with his supervisor and walks out. I wait. He comes back and proceeds to write me a pass. Hello? You was wrong ah? Thanks!
Today, October 31st. We head out to town on this first Saturday in forever that I'm not working, and I realize, the red 10 on the back of the Yukon is smiling at me! Oh jeez. It's been telling me for days that it needs an oil change anyway, so after dropping off the family at home, I take it. I realize when I ask for the oil change and safety check, that I've still not gotten the original insurance cards and this guy is gonna tell me the same schpeil. And before he can even shake his head, I say, "I know you won't take this so can you fail me and give me the blue slip? I have to come back either way." He looks at me, blinks, and nods. Uhh, ok? I walk over to Longs, and come back at the time I'm promised my truck, and lo and behold, it's not even in the bay yet. I take a seat with my Monster and wait. Alex, his name embroidered on name tag says, comes in and says, "Clarissa?" I look up and say "Yes?" He says he can't pass it with this insurance card but will give me the blue slip. I say ok with a smile, and return to texting. Minutes later, the Yukon rolls out of the bay, and up to the front, so I walk out, toss my package through the front window onto the seat and walk back in to pay.
The girl behind the counter, with black tipped acrylic nails adorned with red spiders and white webs festively for Halloween, slaps down my papers and says, "The inspector is being nice today and he's gonna pass your truck, even though this isn't an acceptable insurance card. I don't know why." To this, I express my gratitude and smile at her too, she's not amused. Ahahah!
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