Okay, so probably two weeks ago I managed to snap my driver's side "window regulator." It's the small metal post that holds the window-roller-upper thingy in the door. If you've never met me, suffice to say I'm not a body builder. There is no way I should have been able to snap that thing just rolling up the window.
So I went back to my Ford dealer thinking this would be taken care of quickly and with a good-customer-service smile. Not so. My warranty was up 1000 miles ago, hands are tied, blah blah blah that'll be $100 plus labor when the part comes in. I don't think so.
I wrote an email to Ford expressing my extreme disappointment, etc. and proceeded immediately to AutoZone. It turns out my car is the only one in America, apparently, that does not have automatic windows. So no, silly girl, we can't order that part for you. Who has manual windows these days? Neither could Murrey. What on earth ...
All of this was fine and good, and I could wait for Timothy to have an opportunity to scour the junk yard. Today, however, the temperature has finally hit the mid-60's and I roast in my car. Poo.
I think the marketing stat is that a satisfied customer will tell four to five people about her experience, but a dissatisfied customer will tell nine to ten. So I'm doing my part to maintain that statistic, so long as nine to ten people read this.
Oh, and if you have a driver's side window regulator laying around, I'll give you $40 for it.