Anticlimactic

 Very happy to report that I didn't even have to get out of the car at Pipsqueak Auto, Inc (misogyny always included, no extra charge) this morning.

I drove up to the doors at Pipsqueak, Eric got out, and I drove the rental back to Enterprise.

That was a simple process, they looked at the car to make sure I hadn't hit anything and checked the gas gauge to make sure I wasn't trying to sneak away without filling up and that was that.

Happy to have my little go-buggy back. I'll be able to turn the heater up or down without having to think about it (or be forced to leave it on high until I can get off the freeway to look at all the damn buttons on the dash and turn it down), I know where to reach to grab my tissue box without having to look, I can once again listen to some music!!

I listen to music on CD in my little car. Yes, I know more modern technology is available, and that's nice, but I like it that way. I don't like listening to the radio, even when it's mostly good music on a station, because I hate radio ads.

In the rental, the only choice I had was the radio unless I wanted to sign up for some streaming service that I wouldn't be using more than a few days. Not worth the time investment.

Everything about radio ads drives me bugshit. The strident voices, the tinny music behind the voices and usually the ad itself. I don't fucking CARE if I 'have a friend in the diamond business' and when I want something I go figure out which one I want and I buy it. The only influence ads have is for me to go somewhere else besides the advertiser.

Also, I turned the radio on because I wanted to hear some music. I did not turn it on so someone could blast my ears, dammit.

I'm not an old man, but this sounds a lot like 'get off my lawn' doesn't it?
LOL

So anyway.

I stood inside the Enterprise office for a few minutes while the young and handsome go-getter guy went out to look at the car I was returning.

I find it interesting from a cultural standpoint that a very large percentage of the people in the rental car business all seem to be made from the same mold.
Oh, there are hair color variations, some of them are a little taller than others, but they seem interchangeable.
All of them are young, enthusiastic, earnest, 20-or 30-something boys.
I have seen zero women behind those counters.
Not sure if they just don't hire them or if, like me, they aren't interested in that line of work. I know I'd hate working there, but it's not cars I hate. It's the idea of dealing with the general public that makes me cringe.

Throughout the process of dealing with this fairly minor accident, the rental people have also been the most professional people I have encountered. There was the bullshit of wanting to tack on a big return fee unless I drove 20 miles to return the original rental, but they did end up waiving that fee after I made six phone calls.

I'll make sure to note that in the review that'll show up in my email.

So Eric said Pip was very polite and didn't act like a dick to him at all. Big surprise there, huh? He assured Eric that he would have driven the car for two months with his family in it. He told him more than once how small the bend in the axle was. Tried once again to emphasize how he said it was going to be two months to fix and proudly said something like, "And look! It was only two months, just like I said!"

Fucking evil little gargoyle. I wonder what his attitude would have been like had I chosen to accompany my husband into the building. I'll never know, but I'm okay with that.

Writing the review of my experience with that business will be entertaining.

The car looks great. You can't tell anything happened to it. They also washed it and detailed the interior. It looks very nice. I'd rather have had a dirty car than a condescending pipsqueak, though.