So You Want To Buy A Car: Part 4

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I go back to the third spare shop to return the incorrect water bottle, they give me the proper one, it was cheaper by R110. I consider that a win because I have been bathing in L's since yesterday. The mechanics install it, they sure took a while to attend to it.

As I’m catching my breath, trying to cool down because damn! this heat though! I get requested to buy anti-freeze and a radiator flushing liquid. I swear these people have it in for my pockets. I buy the F#@%ing things, I’m beyond pissed, I'm talking way-waay-waaay up. I go to the spare shop to request my balance since I don’t need anything more.

I legit spent the whole day with these people out of fear that they might mess with the inner workings of my car. It is now 4 pm, they are done with the car, now comes the moment of truth. SIGH! It still does not want to start, they try the deodorant trick, which failed and killed the battery. Now we have to push the car, do you know how exhausted I am to be pushing? Do you Sir?

Uncle Rodney says that the problem might be in the relay circuit something; [breathe heavily], then why TF did you spend the whole damn day, working on issues that weren’t even related to what I asked you to fix in the first F#@%ing place Sir? I am defeated, I have no energy, and I’m not eager to see this through.

I call my Dad to brief him on the situation because Uncle Rodney wants me to go to an electrician in the township to fix the issue, my Dad agrees to the idea. It is pretty evident that Uncle Rodney and the boys have satisfied their pockets with my funds and it is time to let another feast on the carcass. I never thought that I could ever feel like a reused condom. I was "that day years old" when it happened.

I head out with the mechanics, they hitched a ride with me, bloody leaches. I arrive at the electrician’s place, they call him Rasta (a young Zimbabwean, big-boned learned-looking nerd with dreadlocks). He was busy with another car, so I waited. B!#% A$$ Rodney and his boys bought bottles of beer for the afternoon, I had to join in, I was so annoyed by the events of the day.

Rasta is now checking my car, then he calls me over. He starts explaining to me what the issue is. Turns out that it was the GAWT DAMN glow plugs I had initially bought and returned because they were the wrong size.

You cannot comprehend the way I felt, I’ll make up a word that won’t make sense, to describe, not right now though because I have been used and abused all day. I phoned to brief my Dad on the electrician’s findings, he gets angry about being misled by B!#% A$$ Rodney. I’m angry about the amount of money I spent “not” fixing the problem.

I pass B!#% A$$ Rodney the phone, they have a heated exchange and my Dad hangs up, on him. I try calling him back to get what the argument was about but he didn't pick up. Knowing my Dad, he would have put B!#% A$$ Rodney in a state of disbelief under 2 minutes, he was playing with the unknown-unknown. I was not in the mood to get physical. I just wanted to go home, bath, eat and sleep.

Can you believe that Rasta wants to charge me R150 for barely spending 2 minutes under the hood of the car? Ooh yeah! The car still won’t start, once it does it moves great though.

END.

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