Problemcar

No matter which car I buy it always comes with problems and a seller who doesn't know the car is a problem car. Do I believe the seller? No, I don't. People speaking the truth is a rarity these days and I keep in mind what doctor House and Mr. Monk the detective (both great at their job and autistic too) say: People lie.
I should have known that my life experiences but at times I forget. I should listen to my instinct but at times I ignore it. As years passed by I kind of learned by force to ignore it. Why? Because stupid people say it's judgemental, you judge if you listen to that alarm bell ringing.
The guy is a nice guy but it's not good enough if you are the one who has to deal with the results. If you are not a car mechanic and have to figure out what is wrong, if you have to be the one paying for the repairs, calling the car road service, travel 1800 kilometers up and down, and need to sue something. That sucks and it makes me angry.

Angry because men treat women as stupid beings without any know-how. They pretend you make it all up.
Good the guy of the technical department of the car road service agrees with me. Let's hope his tip will help me to start the car and be able to drive.
Waiting for help with a broken car is no fun. The car mechanic working over one hour to start the French lemon, reset the board computer, snooping around, had no fun either.
It's good this car is bought at a seller who joins the Bovag. At least some guarantee but if it will be enough to trust that nice guy and the car and brand are questionable. I don't think so. If this all is over I most likely go somewhere else. Someone who still cares about customer service. A different brand because I cannot appreciate this bad French product, perhaps I would if I was born in France (the only reason I can think of why these cars are still sold).


Device: mobile phone
Egg timer: 2x 10 minutes (I was distracted)
Grammarly ran

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