Flirting with Fly Paper!
Just last night I listened to someone wrestle with such a theme. It was clear to me she was stuck onto the fly paper and not able to listen right then.
Ha! Less than 24 hours later, I find myself buzzing around my own fly paper. My righteous indignation gets riled up over what I call bait and switch marketing techniques. The offender is my car dealership. We have an ongoing battle. Every quarter I get reminders and coupons to get my car serviced. Oil change about $22. OK. In the small print it says it may be different on various models. My model is $36-40 for a oil change. Almost twise the advertised price. I figure they know my name, my service timing, my mileage. So why don't they know I have a hybrid and send me an appropriate coupon? I get riled up everytime I get a reminder and everytime I even think about getting my car serviced. I am running around on the same hamster wheel I was watching someone else run last night.
I am right! I have gone round and round with them. Doesn't seem they are able to delete my name from the mailing list longer than 6 months. They say that service is farmed out and they don't have control. I beg to differ. The engager always has control or should have. Today I had a letter written in my mind to send to Honda, the dealership owner, the service manager and even to God. I am already unlikely to to buy the same brand because of this but I love my car, just paid it off, and want to keep her healthy. I don't want bad vibes around or about her.
So what are my choices? Get off it. Yes, but I'm right! Take her to be serviced somewhere else. I will look into getting the expensive rarely used oil in bulk and taking it to my local service man. I did call to find out the value of that coupon if I had a regular car. We are talking $2-3 here. That put it in perspective. All of this energy drain over $3 bucks. Who is the crazy one here? I'm the one with my hand still in the air. So today I will request a proportionate coupon reduction, and go in knowing what it will cost.
I am still right but not happy. Happiness is a choice. Would I rather be right or would I rather be happy? I choose happy. The fly paper will have to change its lure and I get to be more vigilant at noticing when I am flirting with leaking my energy through righteousness. In the meantime, I love my life so much when I see a trap and avert it, at least this time.
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