Back during the peak of That Virus Which Shall Not Be Named, I put a lot of miles on a classic car I own. The car was comfortable to drive, gas was cheap, and it beat dealing with the airlines (and largely service-free airports) at the time. The car had one part that was… troublesome, and that was the fuel pump. Said fuel pump died on me three times in short succession — the first time because it was about fifty years old, and the next two times because of cheap replacements dying after a few thousand miles.
The first two times, I had it replaced within about one or two business days. It was annoying but not as much of a problem as you’d think since the car is pre-catalytic converter, so the fire risk is more limited. The third time, it failed due to the new one being improperly installed; they used the wrong screw and it broke loose. After a spectacular, holiday-induced failure from AAA — they failed to get me a tow truck for about eight hours, resulting in a police tow as morning rush hour began after a passing officer spoke with my father — I had the car towed into the chain where I’d had it installed for a (second) under-warranty replacement.
Now, the part appeared in the system quite easily; it was the same part for basically every GM car in the system from the 1960s and 1970s. I easily pulled it up. Then, I spoke to the head mechanic at the shop.
Head Mechanic: “The first shop shouldn’t have installed this, and the second one shouldn’t have replaced it under warranty.”
Me: “That’s not really my problem. They did.”
Head Mechanic: “Well, this might take us a few days to find. You might have better luck elsewhere.”
Me: “That’s fine. I’m not paying more to have the car towed elsewhere. This is under warranty with you, and the other shops didn’t have this problem.”
Head Mechanic: “Actually, it might take us a full week to find the part.”
Me: “That’s fine. I’ve got a hotel I can use points at, and my parents are in the area, so I can visit with them.”
Head Mechanic: “Fine, but we’re not responsible if this takes a while.”
I was getting bored with the exchange.
Me: “Like I said, I understand.”
You can guess how shocked I was when I got a call at the end of the next day saying my car was ready to get picked up. So much for that hard-to-find part!
I got the fuel pump replaced with a more reliable electronic model a few weeks later. The new one hasn’t failed in the subsequent two years or 25,000 miles since.