I have to start by saying that we change cars around here about as frequently as socks. After all, I am a Lane and I think it is some kind of genetic disease. We are about to sell both cars and get new ones because we have had our current ones for awhile now. (Awhile being 8 months. You might think that seems short, but it is 1 month shy of my baby’s entire life.) Billy’s car was just about to go over the 50,000 mile warranty and the heat wasn’t blowing so hot, so we decided to take it in for a little check up before the warranty ran out. So, off I go to the BMW dealership. They treat you like a queen there, so I felt a little weird in my workout clothes as they whisked me out of the car and inside. The waiting area was filled with business men in suits and stay at home moms with wedding ring bling so big that their torsos were all tilted slightly to their left. What in the world am I doing here?! We just got the car from the auction (thanks to my dad) for a sweet deal. I am way out of my league. The nice salesman brings me to his office to “discuss the concerns” of the car. He starting reading the paperwork and chuckled as he said “getting close to finishing that warranty”. I didn’t realize how embarrassing it would be to bring a car in with 49,978 miles for all the free service I could while it lasted. I told him about the heat issue and waited while he typed away. He said “I’ll tell you what, lets complain about everything we can so they can check everything out for you.” SWEET! Wait, is it really that obvious that I am out of place here? He started rattling off all these things “complaints” and putting them in the computer. One of them was that I supposedly complained about the drive belt looking cracked. Yup, if you were in my driveway this morning, you would have seen the bottom half of me sticking out from under the car, yelling about the cracked drive belt. Yeah right. I ended up leaving in a loaner car and we got a call later in the day that they were doing a couple thousands dollars worth of work to the car…for free…score! Front brakes, fixing some oil leak, power steering drive…I don’t even remember it all. I guess it paid off to suffer through some embarrassment. I can handle quite a bit of it for a flipping awesome deal. Oh, and that heat issue? There is a dial on the dash that was set to cold. Sheesh. Embarrassment…again.