it's ridiculous...

Hanging up the phone this afternoon, I felt a twinge of guilt. I simply made known my dissatisfaction with the service I was receiving as part of the maintenance package on my car. I have no idea why, since I only stated the facts of what has occurred in the past three weeks. I guess I would have felt better if I'd been talking directly to the person whom the majority of my criticism was aimed.

I was a total dork and thinking back on what I said was like prep for an oral argument. I think I may have even said I have three major issues with the way this has been handled...number 1: blah, blah blah. My writing prof would be proud. LOL

Oh well, at least I let them know exactly why I had a problem.

As far as my car, there's nothing wrong with it, aside from a squuuuueeeeeaaaalllll when I apply the brakes. It ranks as the #1 irritating noise in my world right now. The brake pads are fine. The rotors, fine. They say it's the tires...uneven wear that is resulting in the offensive sound. The tires are nowhere near requiring replacement. So, I am at the point where I'm going to check around for a second opinion. Maybe it is the tires. However, if I find out something different, the dealership has agreed to compensate me.

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Jessica and I talked last night about ACL. All I had to read were the first two words on the lineup: Foo. Fighters. Now, I have to weigh my love of the Foo against my hatred of all things related to outdoor-festivals...#1 being the sun. If we could move this whole thing to Idaho, it would be a done deal.

I know there are tons of other bands that should factor in, but the truth is, they don't. I can see them at other times, likely for longer sets, better venues, friendlier climes. It's just that I've already missed two Foo shows in as many years due to bad scheduling...and I don't want to miss another.