Betsy Fights Back
Webuyanycar what can I say? Don’t get me started firstly I had allowed the first quote of 825 to expire damn. I was thinking this was a bad thing, turns out it wasn’t. I put in my details again shazam it pops up with a new quote of wait for it 895 huh! ???? I don’t understand, let me quickly make the appointment before they realise their mistake.
Gave Betsey yet another clear out prised the stereo out. (that should have been far easier than it was). I remember when stereo’s would regularly get stolen. I have had my stereo stolen out of a car. ANyhow took two screwdrivers and at least 15 mins.
So we drive to webuyanycar office and we meet Sylvia (If that is her name). She is bubbly and very likeable from her high heels and overpowering celebrity perfume. Anyhow she explained she had to appraise the car. oh oh my heart sank. I was hoping to come in and just be handed a cheque. I am joking, I had heard they beat you down. so I was ready for a fight. So we both went out to Betsey. Hey she could hold her own in a car showroom or maybe a parking lot anyhow the T Cutting two weeks ago definitely paid off. She looked around a joke about the missing grilles in the front. sometime last year when it was parked somewhere someone helped themselves to the grilles did they have lamps I don’t know not sure, don’t ask me.
These were all minors oh yes there is the issue of the the MOT expired only 7 days ago. SO £100 off for that then there is the light you know the light that looks like an anvil apparently it represents engine problems. so a staggering £200 pounds off the original price, I do hope you are paying attention the offer now stands at wait for it £350 shocking. I know she is in a bad way but she is still a car with steering wheel seats etc starts in the morning. I quickly indignantly picked up my documents which I had scattered on the desk and promptly left their tacky makeshift office with that cheap overpowering perfume and left. The unfortunate thing we now had two cars to drive around. Our family routine seems to be Mc’ Donalds on Saturday while we sit in the car. which I know is more than the other half can bare. He HATES any form of food consumption in his precious car. Betsey what can I say I have all my meals in Betsey Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner. So I know this is killing him. The only reason we have done this for the past two weeks are due to the vouchers in the Metro in the week. He is so organised I scan through the paper every morning, more doom and gloom more scandals I see the vouchers I don’t have the scissors the gaul or the tenacity to get them out. I recently picked up a discarded Sun on the tube the other day , how lucky am I? I was appalled that the person who had discarded it had torn out half of a page, bloody cheek. I had no idea what the offer was, and I had no way of finding out. I quickly handed it to my colleague who happily read it. So the missing section didn’t bother him. It was incomplete it was imperfect. I don’t do imperfect.
Back to Betsey. Took Betsey to garage for make over or exchange whichever one makes sense .
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