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Indicator bulb blew on the way to work. There’s an Audi dealer opposite the depot. Great, I thought, they can sort it, that’s why you pay the price.
Here’s the woman on the front desk when I arrived:
Here’s the woman on the front desk when I arrived:
Here’s the woman on the front desk when she realised I didn’t want a new car, I just wanted a minor consumable for the car I already have:
Here’s the guy on the parts desk when I try to explain what bulb I need:
Here’s the guy on the parts desk going into the back to look for the bulb:
Here’s the guy from the parts desk telling me they don’t stock an indicator bulb like that and they never have. He can order one, it will be two weeks from Germany. Cos Covid.
Here’s me when they want my email address for some reason:
Here’s me finding the bulb in Halfords instead:
Here’s the woman in Halfords demanding I shout my car reg and email address at her through a face mask and 6” of bulletproof Perspex:
Here’s me going out to finally fit the bulb:
Here’s me realising you essentially need to disassemble the rear of the car down to the chassis and have arms like your Mums 12” jelly dildo to fit the stupid fucking bulb:
Here’s me going back into the store to ask them if they will please do it for me:
Here’s the 17 year old girl who has kindly come out to fix it because she knows more about fixing cars than me:
Here is the 17 year old girl who knows more about cars than me fitting the bulb:
Here is my fragile male ego at this point:
Here’s me driving past the Audi dealership, indicating freely with my working bulbs I now have:
Here’s me purchasing my next car:
Postscript - Here’s me when someone makes the inevitable joke about indicator bulbs on Audi’s.
