Rant #3,087: I Can't Stand Up For Falling Down

Remember in yesterday’s Rant when I told you the following:

“But there’s always tomorrow …

And that’s precisely what I am afraid of.”

Well, tomorrow came, and I got socked again … but a bit differently when compared with my taxes and my car.

This time, my car is once again involved, but it all leads up to nothing more than a nuisance, with not one cent coming out of my wallet.

Kia Motors has instituted a recall of its cars from about 2010 to 2015 due to a problem with these cars’ security systems, and since my car is a 2014 Kia Optima, I am in that group.

Evidently, from what I read, Kia models from those years are easier to steal than most other cars are, to the point that some car insurance providers will not insure them anymore.

Anyway, Kia has proposed an upgrade to these cars’ computer systems as a way to solve this problem, and I received the recall notice in the mail yesterday.

I already made the appointment, and yes, it is for 7:39 a.m. on this coming Monday, which fouls up a lot of things, including the writing of this column … which I am going to have to skip for the third Monday in a row.

It also compounds my day, because my mother has a doctor’s appointment later in the day, so I will basically be running from the Kia dealer to the doctor’s appointment.

I don’t like bringing my car to the dealer for anything, because it takes about twice the time to fix something there as it does in a local car place.

But with this being a recall, I really don’t have a choice with where I have to bring the car.

And I have bad feelings about this dealer because of how they “fixed” my problem when I had my original door jamb problem a year ago.

They told me that they couldn’t do anything there, the door would have to be taken off, etc. … and when I brought the car to a local body shop and the problem was fixed in about five minutes, the mechanic rolled his eyes when I told him what Kia told me.

This is the same dealer that I have brought three cars from in the past, so I felt that they did not go the “extra mile” for me in that situation … but I really don’t have a choice this time around.

Hopefully, I will get out of there in less than two hours, and I can be on my way to the doctor’s appointment and whatever else confronts me on that day.

And again, I make the following comment:

“But there’s always tomorrow …

And that’s precisely what I am afraid of.”

I seem to be in that “can’t win” mode, where no matter what I do, it somehow comes out wrong.

One good thing is that my son is OK after his dental surgery, and with the precautions he is taking, it will be little more than an afterthought that he even had this procedure done as the week unfolds.

He pulled through fine, and my wife and couldn’t be happier.

So at least that went well … everything else in my life seems to be topsy-turvy at the moment.

And again, I keep on telling myself …

“But there’s always tomorrow … “

Unfortunately, I then think the following:

And that’s precisely what I am afraid of.”

Why is this happening the way it is?

I have no idea, but I need a break here and there … and I do mean a break, not new brakes like I had the other day, but a real break.

One can only hope … .