For one thing… Toney’s car. It’s now repaired, but it was an adventure. The first garage gave us an estimate of more than $1200, and I said funk dat. I don’t trust those people. I used to trust them, but not anymore. There’s a new manager, and I get the feeling he doesn’t have our best interest at heart.
We ended up leaving the car in his lot for a few days, because it was supposedly “undrivable,” while we decided what to do. We talked with several private garages, and settled on one, based on positive reports from a couple of Toney’s friends. The guy is supposedly trustworthy, and that’s what we needed: trustworthy, along with skilled, and maybe less expensive. That was our wishlist.
But, how to get it from the first garage to the second? They’re only five miles apart, but the first dude said we’d destroy the engine if we drove it. I didn’t want to pay for a tow, if it wasn’t necessary. But I sure as hell didn’t want to shred the motor, either.
I talked with the owner of the second garage, and he said he’d send “one of his guys” to pick it up. He’d know if it was OK to drive, which sounded good to me. But the dude at the first garage wasn’t amused. I called and told him to hand over the keys to the person who would be showing up in the next few minutes, and he was PISSED.
“Who is this guy?!” he demanded.
Without being a complete dick, I let him know it was none of his concern. I was a little worried he’d try to charge us a storage fee, or go out there and sabotage the car before the other guy arrived. But, I guess we dodged those bullets.
Long story a little less long… the car is now fixed, and we got to part with $975 to make it so. My nipples are exploding with delight. A thousand bucks to get back to where we were two weeks ago.
Also, the new shirts have cost me a little bit o’ stomach lining. I told you the T-Shirt Lady sold her company, right? And the new owner types in ALL CAPS, which automatically disqualifies him? I think I mentioned all this.
Well, it wasn’t easy finding a replacement. There’s no shortage of shirt printers around here, but they all sounded like burned-out potheads to me. Not that I care about such things, in the abstract, but don’t really like the idea of going into business with them. Ya know?
One guy kept getting the fronts and backs mixed up, and God only knows what I would’ve received from him. Both front designs on one shirt, and both back designs on the other? The dude sounded like he was ripping bongloads while we were speaking on the phone.
I eventually found a normal human being to do the shirts, and guess what? One of the production files was unusable. I won’t bore you with the details, but I had to go back to the artist, and ask for some additional formatting work to be done. So, the black shirt hasn’t even been started yet. I apologize, but it’s the way EVERYTHING seems to go for me. I’m largely unfamiliar with the concept of “uncomplicated.”
In fact, there’s no reason why we can’t take a few more orders while we’re waiting for our friend in Fiji to work her magic. If you want one of the black shirts, and missed the original deadline, order away. This window of opportunity will probably close tomorrow, so now’s your chance.
The good news? The gray shirt is in the works. I’ll keep you updated.
What’s been going on with you guys? Any fresh aggravations? Or maybe even some good news? That would be a novelty, huh? Please bring us up to date on it in the comments.
And I’ll be back with a normal update tomorrow.