You know there’s something wrong when you walk into your local car body shop’s office and it looks like an Attorney’s office. My car was hit (and run – by UPS no less) a few weeks ago. So I’m dealing with insurance drama of getting my car fixed. It’s the second hit and run for the Saab.
Since I thought I was being ripped off by my last mechanic (and he’s all the way across town) I decided to go with the shop my insurance company suggested. Usually my insurance company is really good and easy to work with. But the last hit and run was a nightmare – and this one is turning out to be the same. They’re treating me worse when _I_ caused the accident. And I’m no party to this accident at all… in fact, my car was parked on the street when the hit and runs happened.
So anyway, I’m taking the car in for an estimate. I’m waiting inside the white tiled floor, with solid oak grain reception desk to chest level. There are two sets of leather chairs and glass tables to sit at. No trashy magazines. No grease or dirt on the floor. There are three other wood grained desks in addition to the receptionist. To the left of the entrance is a glass office with blinds. I can see through the glass door that there are trophies in a bookcase. Fish tank meticulously cleaned.
Then the guy comes out to do an estimate on my car. He’s wearing khaki’s and has a secret agent Bluetooth device in his ear, in addition to his clean shaven face that looks like it carry’s an MBA along with it.
We go out to my car, he looks it over, takes pictures and that’s that. Now, I’m just waiting for my insurance company to convict UPS of their irresponsibility and get my car in the shop. I’m still weirded out. Maybe I’m prejudiced, but I like my mechanic’s offices greasy.