Said car was making a noise not unlike a dog barking. A FREAKIN' LITERAL DOG barking. I would step on the gas and hear WOOF! I would come to a stop and hear woof! Step on the gas, WOOF! Come to a stop, woof! It would drive you batty!!!! It was driving me batty, not to mention the dog. I think he was darn tired of woofing everytime I stopped and started.
So, off to the dealer we went (the car is still under warranty.) The dealer, either because he didn't trust me or because that's the new norm, jumped in my car and asked me to duplicate the noise. I was terribly afraid the noise wouldn't happen because that's the kind of luck I have ... but alas, my doggy started barking his head off. Woof, Woof, Bark, Bark!
The dealer was amused. He'd never heard that before.
And because he was so amused, he turned around and peeked into my backseat.
"What's in the box?" he asked.
"Oh, just my daughter's Christmas gift that she couldn't fit in her suitcase when she left to go back home to Hawaii.
"May I see?"
I was beginning to feel challenged. But my dog was still barking, so I knew I was going to win this case. I got out of the front seat of my car and headed to the backseat.
Mr. Car Dealer took the hoverboard, held it on his lap and we drove off again. No dog barked. No noise was heard. No feeling of accomplishment nor pride was gleaming on my face. Only embarrassment.
"You mean I just brought my car to the shop because my hoverboard was making a noise?"
"Seems so," he said.
I'll never return to that dealer again. I can't. I just can't. I know I was the lunch topic that day at the Nissan dealer.
Now where did my doggy go? He was here just a minute ago ...