What is wrong with you?

If you read my very first post you should know I openly admit to people profiling. Today I spend HOURS in the VW dealership. My car has been having problems, every time my car slows or stops it will stall. So they tell me "to start" I need to replace a sensor. I say what do you mean "to start?" are you telling me you really don't know what is wrong with it? This conversation goes on for a while before he tells me that there are pest nests under my hood and there could possibly be wires all chewed up! What?! So he quotes me on the sensor with parts and labor washes my car I pay for the diagnosis and if I decided to go with them on the service then that payment will go toward it. You already know I am not going to just take the first quote lol so I get into the car and immediately google car fixing places (I don't remember exactly what I typed in, maybe my zip and transmission?) I call the first place on the list and I decided I will just go down the list. The first place is difficult from the beginning, I say Hi I was calling to get a quote on getting a speed sender replaced on my car. He says what kind of problems are you having? I understand that this may be of help to some people, as I begin to tell him the problems I am having he says I don't think a speed sensor will do that. I was so mad all I could think was "What is wrong with you?!!?!" I didn't call to ask you over the phone do you think is wrong I asked about a specific part and the price to replace it! So I thank him for his time and move on to the next number. The next guy I ask the same question as the first guy, Hi I need a quote....... he says to me, where does that go? ARE YOU SERIOUS?! I said I don't know where it goes. The engine? Then I just said you know what thank you for your time and I get off the phone. I had to wait a minute before calling the next guy because I was still a little in shock did you just ask me where a part goes? I understand people don't know where every part goes for every single car but WOW.... The third number went very much as the first the guy is giving me a phone analysis and I tell him I left the dealership and just want a comparison price. He finally asks me the type of car and says oh we don't work on VW. That was the last call I am making I guess to the dealership I will go tomorrow because I can NOT make any more phone calls like this I might swear at someone! I could have screamed a few minutes ago! However I finally got some food in my tummy and the "bitch twitch", as my friend Courtney said to me the other day when she was describing someone famous, went away. I had never heard that before she said it to me but today I definitely understood it!