What started off on Friday as a trip to the dealer to repair a fault in the alarm system ended up being a whole bunch of service that:
a) the car needed
b) can be viewed as preventative
c) would have cost me a great deal more on separate trips (think disassembled European car engine, then think $109 hourly shop labour rate)
d) the previous owner (who leased the car from the very dealership I bought it from) neglected to do *
My horoscope for Friday said that I shouldn't buy anything. Perhaps that's why I nodded and said yes--with what I'm guessing was a glazed look in my eyes--to all of the service items. It was one of my Mary Richards moments. You know--where she looks at the price of the meat, rolls her eyes, and tosses it in the shopping cart.
It's ironic that I drive one of the safest vehicles in the world, yet fantasize that a flying truck tire or a nice rock outcropping will put me out of my misery... I should be driving a 1988 Ford Tempo with no airbags.
* Apparently, if you lease a car, you don't have to give a flying fuk about doing stuff like scheduled maintenance. Of course, if you skip the maintenance and the car is damaged as a result, you're up the creek. But if nothing bad happens, you can return the vehicle after your lease is up and, in concert with the dealership, royally screw the next guy. Caveat emptor!