I love my car, I really do. The beetle has been a very beautiful, hard-working, loyal companion over the last 8 years.
HOWEVER, even she shoots to the top of my shit list when I receive a phone call from the Volkswagen Man (no more than 30 minutes after dropping her off for a regular oil change) who proceeds to tell me that she needs new rear brakes — pads and rotors! UGH!
$370 later she has her damn oil changed and her precious rear re-padded. She is most welcome I suppose.