So I read some other threads where people have problems with their cars and sometimes I think sh*t happens, then it happens to me and I can really relate much much more.
Day before yesterday 4.30pm there is just me and the dog in the house. SRT8's in the driveway cooling down. I'm in the basement smiling. The dog starts barking; he hears something and continues to bark. I figure that something outside excited Dogzilla.
So I go to the front of the house, and see 2 cable guys, with
TV feed cables draped right across the roof and hood of my SRT8. My first words were "What the f**k do you think you're doing".
One of the two cable guys - one at the house, and one up a street pole, says they are just updating the line -The cable guy at the house said “Well I knocked on the front door and no-one answered” as if that justified their laying the cables over the SRT8.
Then guy up the street pole decides to drag the cables off the car from his pole position. I forcefully shouted at him to stop. My actual words were "Hey sh*thead quit doing that you'll f*cking damage the paaaaint" His co-worker told him to stop, and come down, and together they should lift the cables off the car .
Then I saw some scratch marks on the SRT8, I am usually very very controlled, but now I was shaking with anger -amazing how emotionally involved you can get with a car. Strangely though my thought train was fully logical.
I asked for business cards; they have none, so I go into the house to get paper and pen to record their names. When I returned the cables were off the car, and the guy who was formerly up the pole has come down to my car, and tries to wipe the scratch marks off with his sleeve. I told him in my best police officer voice "stop, get away from the car, and don't touch it". A bit like the Sigourney Weaver (Ripley) line in Aliens as the alien queen advances on Newt "Get away from her, you bitch!" ...
Cable company was called, and I found installer was a sub-contractor. The supervisor called the next day and offered to "take care of it". Not at all reasurred I started to cross examine him and it turns out his "buddy" owns a the body shop that's going to take care of it. "Not a chance" I said I'm going to the Chrysler dealer. I will fax or email you a quote. He reluctantly agrees.
Well cable guys you got lucky. The dealership's detail shop -with no appointment- hand washed the car, and yes even the service manager was soaping up the car - he said that was because it was an SRT8. Then after carefully drying it they examined the scratches. Then with absolute care they hand polished out the scratches preserving the clear coat - all at no cost. Even though I insisted someone else would be paying; the dealer insisted on no cost. What a great service department, what a great dealer experience.
I think these two dope head (yes really) Cable guys owe them a twelve pack or two. Don't you?