Apparently I do.
Apparently I have big huge fuck off sign on my back that says....
'Take me for all you can'
Oh yes, dear readers, me ... ever vigilant me has just chucked £64 out of the window and watched it flitter away.
Think of the wine that could buy. Don't cry RTB.
My remote locking system fucked up.
I replaced battery but messed up the programming.
Took car to an 'authorised so I don't fuck up my warranty' dealership.
They reprogrammed and sucked my purse dry.
I get back to office.
Fucking car won't lock.
So I do what any sane, level headed girl would do.
I start kicking the car and wailing like a fish wife.
Annorak co-worker comes to me, peels me from hood (bonnet to you Anglos) and asks where my manual is.
* blank stare *
Oh that thing in the glove box. Thought that was a Gideons bible.
One turn of the key in the ignition, one press of a button and hey fucking presto!
* click *
Car now locks, unlocks and does a tap dance.
Does the story end there?
Of course not ... this is Abi luck here.
I call the 'authorised so I don't fuck up my warranty' dealership and they say they cannot refund the money because this all happened away from there so how can they be sure I am not making it up.
I did after all have every opportunity to test it before I drove away.
Soooooo after work today I shall be driving my car to the 'authorised so I don't fuck up my warranty' dealership and ramming it over and over and over into the stupid inflatable they have bouncing out front of the showroom.
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