Put this down as an example of the merits of bureaucracy: I picked my car up from the body shop yesterday. First thing I did, on getting the keys back, was try to open the driver's-side door. One problem: the key didn't work. I pointed this out to the gentleman who was there to make sure I was satisfied with my repair. Not entirely believing me, I let him take the keys and try it himself, to which he said something along the lines of "that's not supposed to happen." Fortunately, my car has keyless entry, so I was able to head home anyway, but yeesh. Called today to complain; I go back in Tuesday, should only take a couple hours, and they will shuttle me to and from campus. I'd get upset, but it's a little too absurd to get worked up over.
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