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Ashley H
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An accident (mechanical, no bodywork issues) in France meant my car had to be repatriated (see post on another thread about the excellent service from breakdown direct.co.uk...) and it arrived at Mercedes Benz of Ayr sometime on Thursday.
I was in Moscow that day but started trying to discuss the necessary repairs on Friday morning. Everybody in the service department was "busy" all day - too busy to ever return any of my three calls throughout Friday or the two on Saturday morning.
I've given up now, far too busy to run after idiots who don't want (based on the French estimate) at least a couple of thousand pounds worth of suspension work.
I sent an email yesterday evening to MB HQ asking them to have it moved to an authorised repair centre that gives a ****. They have acknowledged and, apparently, opened a case file - which is nice...
I left home at 04:00 on Monday to fly to Helsinki via Amsterdam for a meeting - because that was what suited the client, even though I needed to be back in Suffolk by lunchtime today. I hate these lazy, amateur-hour numpties that can't even be bothered to return a phone call. In the most literal sense, they deserve to lose their jobs.
Rant over - feeling better already![Smile :) :)](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
Mrs H needs her car replaced sometime in the next few months - gues what I'm NOT going to buy?
I was in Moscow that day but started trying to discuss the necessary repairs on Friday morning. Everybody in the service department was "busy" all day - too busy to ever return any of my three calls throughout Friday or the two on Saturday morning.
I've given up now, far too busy to run after idiots who don't want (based on the French estimate) at least a couple of thousand pounds worth of suspension work.
I sent an email yesterday evening to MB HQ asking them to have it moved to an authorised repair centre that gives a ****. They have acknowledged and, apparently, opened a case file - which is nice...
I left home at 04:00 on Monday to fly to Helsinki via Amsterdam for a meeting - because that was what suited the client, even though I needed to be back in Suffolk by lunchtime today. I hate these lazy, amateur-hour numpties that can't even be bothered to return a phone call. In the most literal sense, they deserve to lose their jobs.
Rant over - feeling better already
Mrs H needs her car replaced sometime in the next few months - gues what I'm NOT going to buy?