I had just finished fixing Breakfast when the phone rang.
Yes, I know, I still answer… what us old folks were trained to do.
The caller informed me that the warranty on my 2013 Honda had expired… like I did not know that. My guess is that over the 9 years we have spent less for covered stuff (not tires and Oil Changes) than one year of their warranty and without the hassle of dealing with them. I bet writing Warranties on Hondas and Toyotas is a very profitable business.
About this time, my eggs were getting cold and the phone rang again. I picked it up and got… “Hi Granpa, how are you doing”. I have had this call before. My grandkids do not call me grandpa either.
So I released an Expletive and returned to my luke-warm eggs.
There ought to be a law… but it would likely not be enforced… what else is new.
When I get those calls, I tell them my car is a 1939 Ford coupe. They used to stay on and say they were sorry, but did I have anything newer. I would tell them I had a 1956 Pontiac Sedan. THEN they hang up.