On Chevy Malibus, Plates and A Possible Telephonic Restraining Order
I do not own a car. In fact, the last time I owned anything even resembling a car was probably back in good old 2003. When I did own a car, it was a hunter green Ford Taurus. I believe it was a 1994 or 1995 model. Pardon my ignorance, but cars have never done it for me.
I know for certain that I do not own a Chevy Malibu. I’ve never owned a Chevy Malibu. In fact, I have no idea what a Chevy Malibu even looks like. I can imagine it’s a hideously tacky car based in its name, but I really have no knowledge of the Chevy Malibu. And, quite frankly, I don’t care to ever have any knowledge of the Chevy Malibu.
I’m telling you all of this because yesterday I received a message from some local auto auction dealer here in Chicago. In the message I was informed that the plates are ready for my Chevy Malibu and that I can pick them up any time.
To reiterate, I do not own a Chevy Malibu.
This is not the first call I have gotten from this place. In fact, I’ve gotten a call a week from them for roughly the last year. Each time they call they leave the same message about my plates being ready. Unfortunately for them, I didn’t order any plates. In fact, I’m not even completely sure what they are talking about when they say that my plates are ready.
I’ve called them back on numerous occasions to tell them that they have the wrong number. I’ve even managed to answer the phone a handful of times over the last year to tell them that I am not the person who ordered the plates. And yet the calls continue.
I’m not sure why it is so hard to delete my number from their records. And I really can’t figure out why the person who actually ordered the plates for the Chevy Malibu has not bothered to call and check up on his or her order. It has been a year since it was placed, after all. I think I would have become rather impatient by now.
In the meantime, I suppose I’ll just have to live with the calls. I don’t see them stopping any time soon and I don’t know what else to do about it. Perhaps I need to file some kind to telephonic restraining order against these people.
Or maybe I just need to buy myself a Chevy Malibu and go pick up my plates.
That is verrrrry strange. Is it a prison calling you cos’ I thought THAT is where they make auto plates!
It’s a scam. I’ve had a call for over a year from people telling me that my motor vehicle registration is in danger of expiring, and that I need to pay now (or lose insurance coverage). Only thing is, I don’t have a car, either. I’ve also told the people to take me off their list, but I keep getting calls. And I have an unlisted/unpublished number, but still get telemarketing crap like this! Granted, they don’t know my name, but it’s still annoying.
Perhaps this is Fate’s way of telling you that the New Dr. Sparky should be tooling about in a Chevy Malibu. Or a Gremlin.
Or not.
Shutting up now…
Maybe it’s some kind of new employee initiation ritual.
I don’t really see you in a Chevy Malibu…
I heard you pain about those calls! I had the old model Malibu from 1980 that I was given as a hand-me-down when I went away to college in 1986. I will tell you that that car was a solidly-built car. Today’s reintroduction of the Malibu looks too similar to the redesigned Chevy Caprice. I sooo wish I could live without a car. That’s what suburbia has done to me.