Having a VW, you should at least think or feel like you deserve to get a proper service treatment in Egypt. That wasn’t really the case. I went to the service center yesterday, and the friendly and very nice people over there managed to totally kill my day. It took them 6 f***ing hours to change oil, an oil filter, 2 wipers, reput a clip, change the brakes, dirty the ceiling (with their very clean hands), break my rear light and get me a new antenna to replace the stolen one.
I was there 9 o’clock in the morning, and I just though in worst cases I should be out of that shit dumb by 12, and be on time for my meeting 60 km away which was scheduled at 1430. Well, when the very slow passing time finally reached 1145, I thought let me go and see what’s going on. To my amazment, a talented bastard with the name of Mohamed Hussein (if you have a VW, avoid this bastard when servicing) told me that the car had just entered the garage… What happened next will never be appropriate to be written here… Anyhow, he managed to kill my day, screw the appointment, get punched and I bet he will be fired as well soon (so forget about my previous warning for avoiding him as he might not be there next time you go).
Unfortunatelly, I am addicted to the VW, and I think I will never change to another car maker that easily (nevertheless the engine sound is high compared to Audi’s and Beemers, but who gives a f***). VW rules.