Rude mechanic belittles me, but it turns out my new best friend is his boss's boss."

Okay, so in January 2018, my best friend, his girlfriend and I all went out.

We took my car, but I got drunk, so my best friend drove us home.

As we were approaching a roundabout, a driver from a side street pulled out

in front of us, then slammed on their brakes, causing my best friend to swerve and hit

the concrete median with both drivers' side tires. We parked the car in a parking lot and Ubered

home. Next day I had the car towed to my personal mechanics shop. The insurance guy assesses the damage and my mechanic

gets to work. He does everything he thought it needed, put it on the alignment rack, found out

that the engine cradle had been bent in the impact and it needed a new one. Now he didn't have

the capability to do this, so they sent my car to a different company. Let's just call that one ABC

repair. ABC repair outsourced the engine cradle replacement to what we'll call the

Dillweed Shop, aka DS. The car goes to the new shop and takes forever because the first cradle

they got was bent, so they had to order another one from California.

The guy ordered the wrong parts originally. The dude gets the cradle in on the day my rental

coverage expires. As a single dad, I needed my car. Also, this whole time, the manager of ABC

repair shop was not keeping me up to date on any of this. They were dodging my calls, and any time

I did get him, he was rude to me. So the guy busts rear to get it in that day, test drove

and returned it to ABC repair right before closing time, where I was waiting to pick it up.

DS gave it a clean bill of health and handed over the keys. And here's where the rude crap really begins.

So the minute I left ABC shop that night, there was just something wrong with the car.

Since I have a bit of auto mechanic experience, I assumed it was a wheel bearing.

Next morning I call my insurance adjuster who tells me to take it back to DS and see

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