Miss Piggy Lunchbox

So Toyota sold me a death trap.  Thank god they talked me out of that Kia with the whole resale value argument because I bet these death traps are really going to hold their value.  If they were a house, I think you could talk about my loan/mortgage as being underwater right now.

Not that resale value’s that big a deal for us…we were planning to drive this into the ground.  Looks like we’ll be driving it into a wall instead.

The best part may be their response.  “Don’t call us, we’ll call you.”

If I am an owner of one of the affected vehicles, what action do I need to take?
Toyota is working quickly to prepare a correction remedy and will issue owner notifications in the future.  No action is required at this time unless you feel you are experiencing this condition.  If you are experiencing this condition, immediately contact your nearest Toyota Dealer for assistance.

Maybe they’re right.  After all, how bad could the problem be if they’ve STOPPED SELLING SEVEN FUCKING MODELS, including their flagships the Camry and Corolla.  O. M. F’ing. G.

I have to take it in to the dealership for an oil change this week (we got a few free).  I’m pretty sure I’m going to walk in with a t-shirt that reads “Ask Me About My Death Trap” and start loudly asking questions about whether I can get my money back on my death trap.

Toyota. Death trap. Toyota.

Actually, yes, I do have to yell at you , since you insist on playing this offensive lowball game to do your part to ring in Rage Season 09-10.  You must understand I might be a little emotional about first getting robbed by strangers and then by my insurance company. If you were just fair with me from the start, we wouldn’t be having this conversation now.

The first rainy and mildly windy day of the season and of course our power is out, with the absolute incompetence so beloved by this region’s inhabitants fully on display.  Wouldn’t want people to know things could actually be done correctly…then there would be expectations.

Seattle City Light employee: Okay, I’ll let the dispatchers know.  [Sigh].  I’m not sure how long it will be because we don’t have a report of an outage.
Me:  Ummm, I’m reporting an outage right now.

If either of the bumblef**ks running for mayor can convince me they’ll be able to keep my power on, or s**t, even that they can get it turned back on within a reasonable amount of time with only one phone call, they’d get my vote for sure.

Update: Overheard while getting some wifi at Starbucks: “It usually just spits at you here in Seattle.”  Which means it “just mists” here.  BS.  The ratio of full-fledged rain to just-mist is about 4:1.  I have no idea why this myth persists.  Maybe it’s all the a-holes in their cars who don’t know what it’s like to wait at the bus or walk across campus when it’s raining.

I hate everybody.  I’ve got my full-on hate going.  Monday it was funny-looking people…today it’s people who are breathing.

S/he would have to.