Air Heads

A day late, but we’re on our way home. Made it to Tennessee today, barely. Remember how our PT Cruiser lost its a/c on the way up to Chicago? Remember how we took it to Napelton Chrysler and they charged us $650 to fix it? Remember how five minutes after we left their lot with our ‘fixed’ car it failed again? Well after we got the thing re-repaired at Bettenhausen Chrysler we took off for Florida. Around 35^th and the Dan Ryan Expressway it failed again. We drove all the way out to Orland Park, to Bettenhausen’s, and this time they took the dashboard apart. 

“Well sir, it seems that the little door that flips back and forth, directing the air flow, is stuck.”

Well goddamned sonofabitch! That is exactly what I told Napleton Chrysler was wrong with the goddamned, mother scratching thing three weeks ago. That is exactly what I asked them to check before I spent $875 for parts and labor, only to get a car returned that would only blow hot air in Chicago’s hundred degree heat. 

“Fine,” I told them “Staple it, glue it, clamp it, wedge the damn thing in the proper position. Whatever it takes, just make the a/c work.”

“But sir, if we do that the heater won’t work.”

We were standing behind the car, directly in front of the license plate that said ‘Florida’ on it.

 

“I don’t care! I never use the goddamned heater.”

So we now have a/c. It’s blowing just fine, but I gave Mark strict instructions.

“Do not turn it off, and do not touch any of the a/c controls until we reach Fort Lauderdale.”