Am I speaking Chinese?

Today was a unbelievable. I had to have the car to the dealer at 9:15, meaning I needed to leave at 8:15. Fine, not a big deal. Since I was out, we decided to go to the free movie, but when we got there, it was full. So we went to Wall-e instead. It really was a cute moive. I wanted to take my awesome friend who was driving me all over Western WA, so we stopped at the Taco Del Mar in Hawks Prairie. After ordering 4 kids meals and two adults meals, all the while trying to keep the kids in line, the guy behind the counter says, "So, how are you today?" to my unsmiling face. I answered him honestly, "I'm tired", and continued ordering. He says, "Why are you tired, are you working? Do you actually work?" If I didn't have four hungry kids and a pregnant woman with me, I think I would have jumped over the counter and and knocked him out. So, I still hadn't heard anything about my car, it is now 2:30. I call and of course, they need to call me back. They call right in the middle of Ian's therapy at 3:30 (keep in mind, they have had my car since 9:15). "There is a problem with this... and that is under warranty...blah blah blah, but your breaks have actually worn through and scored your rotors, that is going to be about 500 dollars and we are going to need to keep in over night....blah, blah, blah...". So I asked again, "Why are my rear breaks needed to be replace after 28,000 miles AGAIN???" I told her I would call back when my son wasn't in the middle of ABA therapy. So I go to the dealer. What is going??? Well, you know...blah, blah, blah. I finally looked at the guy and said, "That's nice, what I want to know is WHY ARE THE CHEWING THROUGH TWICE IN ONE YEAR. THAT ISN'T NORMAL AND YOU NEED TO FIND OUT WHY BEFORE I REPLACE THEM AND HAVE TO GET NEW ONES IN ANOTHER 20,000 MILES!!!!" "Oh, I see, yes, no, that's not normal...blah, blah, blah. I have asked this same question, I can't tell you how many times, to how many people. Evidently, I have been speaking Chinese and no one understood me. So, off to the rental car place, where I am given a really crappy car, full of animal hair. I drove ALL the WAY HOME and realize, I don't have a key to get in my house. Luckily, I had instictively grabbed my gate key. I drove the HOUR back, calling my friend from Germany who works on FT Lewis to head that way before me. I have one hour until the close...and it takes me an hour to get there. She got there and I told her where I had left my car parked so I could give her my code to get in and snag my spare before they locked up the parking lot. She calls and tells me my car isn't there. They had pulled in the bay and only sales people are left and they can't get in the bay. And it is on the lift. Seriously. We found the manager and he was able to get in the bay. But no one was authorized to bring the car down. I looked at him and said, "I have two small kids, I live an hour away, and I have NO WAY into my house!" (Keep in mind that, yes, I called the realtor to see if they could help...I am still waiting for them to call back and they only live 10 minutes down the road). So, I said, "How sturdy is the side of that lift, because you can turn your back and I will climb up there and go in through the window." He pulled up a stool and climbed in himself and got the key for me. So, I fly, an hour home to my other friend's house were I had left the kids (Jameson had to pee, so I stopped by and the generously kept them while I drove my two hour rampage). Finally, I get home, just shy of 10pm. I checked my messages, just as I noticed a card sitting on my counter. My house had been shown. Fantastic, I have been sorting the boys clothes, you can't even walk down the hallway upstairs. Stellar. The other message? I have another showing first thing tomorrow morning. Now...back to cleaning....