Saturday afternoon, my mom called me about 3PM – she had a flat tire west of town. It took me a half-hour to drive out, and found she had driven on the flat for a mile to a convenience store. The wheel cover sliced open the sidewall, ruining the tire. The donut spare was under the vehicle, and I couldn’t get to the darn thing. Finally asked if she was up-to-date with AAA. Blank look, she never thought about calling them.
Apparently, their call center is staffed by morons.... When the truck didn’t show in a half-hour, Mom called back. They thought she was in West Virginia, not Kansas! Another half-hour – now they were sending a truck 2 hours away to Hays, Kansas! At this point, I take over the phone calls and feed them a big slice of get-your-crap-together pie. Another half-hour (in high 90 temps w/ no wind), and they are back to thinking she is in West Virginia. I lose my cool big time, and blast them with both barrels. Another half-hour, and the tow truck driver calls “I’m here, where are you?”. “Well, I’m a fat guy wearing a yellow T-shirt. Can you see me?” The moron was a mile away at an apartment complex.
So, 2 hours after the initial call we finally have a rollback truck. I read the riot act to the driver, who said he would take the vehicle 5 miles to the nearest WalMart. I told him he’d be buying the tire, too – but he didn’t agree. So we get to WalMart, and he drops it off in the lot. While Mom talks to the shop apes, dumbass tow truck driver is detailing his rig outside. I get him to give me his phone, and I got AAA to give Mom an extra year of coverage as payment for the hassle. Finally got her home after 4 damn hours.
So, pardon my French - SCREW AAA.
Apparently, their call center is staffed by morons.... When the truck didn’t show in a half-hour, Mom called back. They thought she was in West Virginia, not Kansas! Another half-hour – now they were sending a truck 2 hours away to Hays, Kansas! At this point, I take over the phone calls and feed them a big slice of get-your-crap-together pie. Another half-hour (in high 90 temps w/ no wind), and they are back to thinking she is in West Virginia. I lose my cool big time, and blast them with both barrels. Another half-hour, and the tow truck driver calls “I’m here, where are you?”. “Well, I’m a fat guy wearing a yellow T-shirt. Can you see me?” The moron was a mile away at an apartment complex.
So, 2 hours after the initial call we finally have a rollback truck. I read the riot act to the driver, who said he would take the vehicle 5 miles to the nearest WalMart. I told him he’d be buying the tire, too – but he didn’t agree. So we get to WalMart, and he drops it off in the lot. While Mom talks to the shop apes, dumbass tow truck driver is detailing his rig outside. I get him to give me his phone, and I got AAA to give Mom an extra year of coverage as payment for the hassle. Finally got her home after 4 damn hours.
So, pardon my French - SCREW AAA.
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