August 21st marked two months that my car has been in the shop. Imagine my excitedment when I received a phone call stating that IT WAS DONE! But, no such luck. It was done, but each and every warning light was lit on the dashboard, so they had to send it to the VW dealership. I requested that my car be sent to my preferred dealership and spoke with a very nice man about this morning. I’ve been on pins and needles all day waiting to hear back about picking up my car. Because, my plans for the weekend? Driving, driving, and driving. With the heated seats on, I don’t care how hot it is.

But, just an hour ago, my phone rang – it was the dealership. Bad News. They asked. Did I buy my car brand new? Why, yes, I did. It had 45 miles on it when I drove it off the lot. Had I ever been in accident? Yes, some idiot pizza boy rear-ended me on the 405 last summer. So, they say say, can you explain to us why the wiring is held together with electrical tape? Um, no, no I cannot.

I am crying and waiting my the phone. I just want to know, who the hell is screwing with my car?