I think I watched a little too much Sex & The City this weekend. I look back on yesterday's posting and wonder if my constant questioning was due to a prolonged Carrie Bradshaw moment of inquisitiveness. Nonetheless I'm over it.
I think Jiffy Lube is out to screw me in an unpleasant way. The first time I went, I was desperate to get my oil changed and they lubed me up, but not before spending 15 minutes trying to upsell me. Better oil, more brake fluid, transmission washes, blah blah blah. No, no, no. Oh, yes, they did try to the dreaded "Look how dirty your air filter is" trick too. Nonetheless I persevered and vowed not to go back.
I went back. Same tricks this time, but I caught them in a lie. The last time I was there, they did point out one thing that I wanted and that was a replacement bulb for one of my brake lights. However, they did not have the bulb in stock and gave me the burned out bulb which I placed in my wallet. This time they claimed to have the bulb and claimed to have replaced it. Yet, when I left, the indicator of a burnt out light was still on. I pulled over and ah ha! They had NOT replaced the bulb that had been removed months earlier.
I went back to Jiffy Lube, demanded they replace the bulb they had said they would originally. They claimed that they replaced the bulb that was out. I produced the bulb from my wallet and asked them if they had replaced the bulb that was MISSING. I asked for my money back, but just ended up with another bulb and a stronger vow to never go to Jiffy Lube again.
That's a long way for me to say this: If you have to have your oil change, don't go to Jiffy Lube. Perhaps a place like Mr. Lubie would be better. And if you can't turn this entry into something less than PG, you aren't my friends because I tossed oil, lube and screwed into one story.
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