Guess Where I Am?

You guessed it, the car dealership service center. That’s right, another nail in my tire. And guess what? They are trying to charge me half the amount I paid for four tires three years ago for ONE tire! I’m done…put a fork in me real quick. It’s only right that I be sitting in this seat today based on the altercation that happened at work before I left to bring my car here.

Let me start from the beginning. We had a hard freeze this past weekend and the tire pressure warning light came on. I thought it came on due to the weather so I tried the reset button. Nope, it stayed on. The next few days were gonna be just as cold so I thought I’d monitor the tires to make sure they weren’t flat before I drove somewhere. After three days, no flat tire. However, on the second day, I scheduled an appointment with the service center.

Back to work. Two of my coworkers finally had the all-out confrontation that’s been brewing for a while between them for the last two years. Only thing about that, I was getting ready to leave for the day and would be on vacation thereafter. I decided that this year I would stay out of it and allow the supervisor to supervise… IYKYK.

Now back to the service center. On my way here, I told myself to “not say anything” to these men that ultimately would cause me to get upset. So when the technician gave me the price for one tire, I said “no, I’m not paying half the amount I paid for four tires for just one. What else do you have that’s within this range?” After a little back and forth, and me finding out that the lifetime warranty I have on the tires would only replace them for the first two years (it was now year three), we came to an agreement and I bought a new tire.

When I took my emotions out of the equation in both instances, I was able to think through what was going on before me. Thereby, giving myself the necessary boundaries to make the most beneficial decision for myself. Without feeling like I was letting someone down or being taken advantage of when I’d done nothing wrong.

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