Reading Sparkle's lessons, I just had to vent about my latest outrage. My son said Flitter needed at least 2 tires. I wanted heavy duty RV rated ones, so called Firestone for an appointment. They said I needed 4 tires (oh, sure, let's con the old lady into buying double). But on close inspection, they were probably right. The sun had made some pretty large cracks just below the tread, even though the tread itself was very good.
I waited around the whole rest of the day and just before closing they said Flitter was ready. She was parked out in the middle of the parking lot, facing me. Eager to get home with my hurting hips and back (my medicine wasn't working any longer, but that's another story), I jumped in and headed for home. The next two days I spent nursing my bad back and hips, but the third day I had to go out for supplies and that's when I spotted it. My ladder was bent way over to the side! Oh, no! Do you guys remember how many months it took me to get that replacement ladder after my Texas roof peeling incident? I had to fight, call, write, and make a pest of myself with Camping World.
I drove down to Firestone. Told them they hit something overhead and bent my ladder. They swore up and down they didn't. There were 3 guys and me all looking at the edge of their overhang and not finding scratches. And the manager said the guy who worked on my rig swore he didn't hit anything and he would have no reason to lie because they have insurance for this sort of thing. But they didn't do it. Of course he would lie - he wanted to keep his job! When my son visited the next day and climbed up on a stepladder, he told me there was beige paint on the top of the chrome ladder, but didn't look like the base would leak. Funny coincidence that Firestone's overhang was beige! Well, it's bent - looks weird - but it didn't pull out by the roots as I feared. It's my word against the 5 or 6 workers at Firestone. And I don't want to put myself through the stress of trying to replace the ladder again! And I sure don't want them trying to "fix" it - who knows how many leaks I'd have? So, gals, poor little Flitter looks injured and I'm sure her pride has suffered. I don't know what the lesson could be. I don't think any of us photograph our rigs each and every time we take them in for servicing. Nor do we always take a walk around them when we pick them up. Even if we did, we really couldn't prove they did the damage. Would we be willing to go through the expense and stress of suing only to lose the case because there's "no proof?"
So if you see an Itasca Spirit driving down the highway in front of you with a crazy crooked ladder - honk your horn and say "Hi, Pooker". It gives her character.
Pooker