Back to it this morning and Mrs P’s car needs its MOT. So
first thing finds me sitting in a cold portakabin, waiting on Kwik-Fit. It’s a
bit like waiting for exam results or news from the doctor. You’re just praying its
good news. In this case they have a new guy doing the test, and surprise
surprise he fails the car. On windscreen wipers not cleaning the window
properly, and a tear in the sidewall of one of the tyres. The quote to fix the
repairs is probably only £10 more than if I went and sourced the bits myself,
got them done, and then brought it back for a retest, and so I just tell them
to go ahead. To be fair the guys get the work done quickly for me, for which I
am grateful, and then and we move on, me in this case to meet Mrs P in the
supermarket. I always feel with MOT’s that the garage is looking to fail you so
they can charge you for the extra work required. Maybe I’m just being cynical,
but it really does depend on the individual involved, and whether they’re on
your side. Suffice to say they lure you in with a £30 MOT price, and you end up
spending £110. But what can you do, they have you over the proverbial barrel.
The eldest is due back from Morocco tomorrow and Mrs P
is counting down the hours, she just wants her home safe. Me, I’m sure she’s
having a great time and so am happy for her. It’s one of the differences
between men and women.
Yours paying the price for motoring.
Jay
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