Unless you are that mechnic, in which case...areyouavailable.
No but seriously, cars are the devil and if you don't need one, then don't be sad because you are still living in a land of rainbows and sunshine where the word "transmission" doesn't gives you hotflashes, make you shit yourself and curl in a ball for ten hours but not before crying into ice cream until it melts. [Just to clear it up, I didn't shit myself, but I did do the other things.]
I learned a few interesting things about cars since mine decided to play the "holy fucking shit god christ what is that noise?" game with me.
1. Don't wait even five minutes if your car even looks at you wrong. Smack it in its dumb rebellious face, put it on a leash and take it to the car vet pronto. [also works with children
I'm kidding dear god, don't sic tumblr on me for that. ]
2. Research your car places before you go. Take pictures of your car before you go [under the hood and everything], record sounds of it. Make them give you copies of eeeeeeverything. If they give you statements, you need them on paper and signed. Read all the fine print. Be that guy. Don't just put your foot up their asses, put the whole gd leg up there.
3. Don't go to Aamco.
4. Do everything in person if possible. Make them write down the steps, get estimates BEFORE you do anything. And, if possible, get estimates from other places. Remember, BE THAT GUY.
5. Cars are bullshit and the word Transmission should be a fucking swearword.
6. Test Drive before you leave the lot. Period.
I learned some of these the hard way. Unfortunately, because I trusted a dumbass's opinion to take it to Aamco [boyfriend, why did you not google and then tell me at 8am when I don't even know my own name, let alone how to coherently think...], instead of the place I was originally going. Heads up, they charge 500 just to look at the inside of the trans. That doesn't include fixing it.
They added shit on it that they didn't tell me about, it's still acting like a fucktarded pos. [Damn thing acts more retarded than I do and that's unacceptable.] And worst of all, it cost me 2,700 dollars that I don't have. [On top of like...2600 dollars of medical bills...hahaha hah ..ahah. ha...this has been a shitty month damn.]
So yeah, the long story short, Date a mechanic. It'll save you a lot of money when your car gets into its rebellious teenager phase.
Or of course, you could just go BE the mechanic
date me and you'll pretty much be the coolest person anyone knows.