A couple of years ago, I wrote what turned out to be one of the more popular posts on this blog: The Auto Warranty Sleaze. It was about those dodgy-looking letters and postcards you get once you, say, pay off your car lease or loan, exhorting you to get an extra warranty on your engine or transmission or whatever, because it could all go wrong at any moment.
Normally, I just shred them and get on with my life, but every now and then there’s one that just makes me laugh. This latest one is one of those, because in all seriousness it purports to show an example of what has to be a pretty horrendous year for my four-year-old Acura:
I love the dates that are out of sequence, that fateful day in April when both my power window motor AND my wiper motor broke, the Halloween repair where the air conditioning had to be replaced (you know, because it’s so friggin’ HOT at the end of October around here) although, tough shit, you can’t have a rental car while it’s being done, etc. I’m sorry warranty company, but I’d have gone and bought another car before half of that had happened and sold the lemon to the car dealership.