Car Bazaar & the CVS...

Posted January 10, 2012 - Omg, I'm staring the new year off with a fucking thud. First, my husband had to go to the CVS across town today because the one on our side of town didn't have my child's medication in stock.

Then he was told by the other one that they couldn't possibly fill it for him cause they have no record of our child or us. So this went down....

Megan: Hello CVS pharmacy, I'm Megan.

Me: Megan, my name is Tina and I have a question for you. Why in the hell would you not be able to find me or my husband in your system if we have been getting our prescriptions at the location just three miles from you? Could you answer that?

Megan: Are you Chandler's mom? 

Me: Yes, I am. 

Megan: Well I did a search of our..... 

Me: Would it help if I gave you a prescription number off a bottle I picked up from them yesterday? 

Megan: Sure. (gave the number and she still couldn't find it.) 

Me: This is ridiculous. Are you run out of someones basement in PoDunk Tennessee? I mean really? 

Megan: I tell you what, I'm gonna call your location and get all the information I need to fill this for you. How does that sound. 

Me: Awesome Megan. And you just dodged a bullet. 

Megan: I'm sure. We'll see you in a little bit.

Okay, so thanks to Megan I didn't have to throw a fit. But then I left work early to get to our state tag office to pick up my tags for my new cute car (see photo above.) Now let me tell you first that I had my husband go down to the sorry excuse for a dealership to pick up my so called title two days ago. Oh and I paid cash for the car and this went down.....

Tag girl: Here you go, here is your new tag. 

Me: So what happens with the title. 

Tag girl: Well it states here that there is a lien with Green bank so the title will go to them. 

Me: Pump the brakes....I paid cash for the car. 

Tag girl: Oh, you bought it at Car Bazaar....(then she went into an evil laugh.) 

Girl at next desk: Did you say Car Bazaar? 

Tag girl: Yep, they got another one. 

Me: Omg what are you talking about? 

Tag girl: Well, they are pretty worthless from what we can tell as about 8 out of 10 people who buy from them have the exact look on their faces that you have right now. They ultimately screw something up to where people can't get their tags. 

Me: Oh hell no...(pulling my cell out of my bra, I call CB only to be met with an answering machine. I mean what kind of establishment has an answering machine if they want to sell a fucking car? So I left a message out loud in front of my new audience.) Yeah, My name is Tina and I paid cash for a car from you two weeks ago and I'm now standing in the tag office trying to get tags but am being told that there is a lien on my car. Call me back immediately to hand me my fucking 15 thousand dollars back you asshole! 

Tag girl: That was awesome. 

Me: Oh no, I'm going down there that is gonna be even more awesome. 

Tag girl: Sweetie you should probably calm down before you get there. 

Me: You should probably call the Franklin police to give them a heads up.

  

So off I storm out the door and then I call my mom. She is trying to calm me down for the whole two miles to get to the damn place and I swear to you that they were closed. At 4:20 pm on a Thursday....closed, dark, doors locked. I screamed to my mother that I had to and I would call her back. I called information and got the location in Nashville....

Dude: Thanks for calling Car Bazaar, how may I help you? 

Me: Yeah is Elvis there. (Elvis is the manager for both locations.) 

Dude: No, he's at the Franklin location today. 

Me: No, he's not. 

Dude: Yes, ma'am he is. 

Me: I'm standing in the parking lot in Franklin. Now unless he is dead inside with all the lights out then he's not here. 

Dude: Well he's sup........ 

Me: Get me the owner to the phone 

Dude: What...um...who? 

Me: Yeah dude, it's O W N E R. Owner to the phone. The man that owns the car dealership. Him. Get him to the phone. 

Dude: He's not here. 

Me: Then get me someone who is fucking in charge, please. (I hear him go over to some guy and say, "good luck.")

Bob: Hello this Bob, can I help you?

Me: Bob, I'm gonna give you the cliff notes version of what's taken place. I bought a car two weeks ago in Franklin, I paid cash, I picked up a title two days ago, I went to the tag office today to get my tags and was told that there is a lien on my car at Green Bank. Would you like to explain how there could be a lien when I paid cash for the car.

Bob: Well yes ma'am, see we take your money and pay it to the bank then they send us the title.

Me: Then why the fuck did he give me a title two days ago that is completely useless?

Bob: Which car did you buy?

Me: The 06 convertible beetle. Blue.

Bob: Oh it says right here on your paperwork that your title will be here tomorrow.

Me: What the fuck are you talking about? I picked it up two days ago.

Bob: The one you picked up has the name of the girl that we bought it from. The one that will be here tomorrow has your name on it.

Me: You have got to be kidding me? Oh and by the way your company is a fucking joke with tag office here.

Bob: What does that mean?

Me: Well they said that you guys do this all the time and that most people you sell cars to have the same look of bewilderment on their faces that I did.

Bob: I'm really sorry that they didn't explain any of this to you. But your title will be at their office by 10:30 in the morning.

Me: If it is not, I'm here to tell you that you will need call the the police cause I will be down there to key every vehicle that is sitting on that lot. Do you understand me?

Bob: I do and again I'm really sorry for all of this.

I swear he's probably blowing some seriously filthy smoke up my ass. But I will be on their phone in the morning at 9:30 and will call every 5 minutes until I get the title in my name.....wish me luck people.