As I have said before, I need to start taping Gary.
Last fall the Mini people said there was a recall on the electric Mini Coopers. Batteries may catch fire. Fire.The thing I fear most. Fire in the garage. especially. I can already see the Disaster Autopsy episode regarding the Great Saint Louis Fire.
At the same time they also want to take my charger and make it Tesla compatible. (AS IF I WOULD EVER FUEL UP AT A TESLA CHARGING STATION FOR THAT ELON BASTARD PLEASE DO YOU EVEN KNOW ME.)
I’ve been dragging my heels because Gary hasn’t been well enough to drive for more than a half an hour, and the Mini dealer is forty-five minutes away. I presented him with numerous compromises.
Option 1: I drive there and wait for the work to be done.
Response: DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME ELLEN COVID IS STILL OUT THERE YOU CAN’T GO IN TO A CAR DEALERSHIP AND JUST WAIT. (And yet somehow I am going out to dinner and a show with friends Friday.)
Option 2: I drop it off, call a taxi from there, then take the taxi home, then do the same to get back. It is $70 one way in a taxi.
Response: SEVENTY DOLLARS THAT IS INSANE I AM NOT PAYING THAT. THAT’S … ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY DOLLARS BOTH WAYS. WE ARE NOT PAYING ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS TO GET THE CAR TO THE DEALER SO ELON MUSK CAN CONTAMINATE IT.
That was last fall. Now he says things like WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BATTERIES CAN CATCH FIRE DO YOU WANT US TO DIE IN OUR SLEEP WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU.
And of course now all options are fine. I can get it done there, I can wait in the waiting room, I can wander around in the spring weather, I can hire a taxi for the day, SEVENTY DOLLARS THAT IS NOTHING.