My Manifesto: The Incoherent Ramblings of a Madman

Ah it's been a good day. I had to drop off the car at the "depot" for a service. It turned out that when they told me to drop it off at the "depot" that what they really meant was at "the car dealer" to do the service. So finally I make it to the car dealer. The car dealer says that he can drop me off the "driver" just got back. So he quickly runs out the back and has four (4) people running around like chooks with their heads chopped off trying to find me one (1) person to drive me back. Four (4) people to find one (1) free person? The irony.

Another customer there had pre-arranged for a van for the day while they did his car service because he had to do his chicken delivery run. So there he is with a van full of cooked chickens and another two (2) people trying to work out what loaner car they can give him. After ten (10) minutes of running around they come back with a brand-new black mercedes 4wd. My ride still not there I helped him load up his mercedes with half-cold cooked chickens and he gave me a lift. Those chickens will be travelling in all leather interior luxury today.

This afternoon, at 3pm, half an hour after the car was meant to be dropped off I checked to see where the car was. They would drop it off within the hour. On the hour I checked again. They said it will be dropped off within half an hour. I checked again. They said it had been dropped off at 1:30 pm to the depot. The depot closed at 3:30pm. So there I am 100 km's from home with no way of getting back.

Taree Motorama sucks cock!