My first real Wastegate story goes back to 1991, and I can still remember the names involved, sorta, almost.
We had bought an EOY, and when we used it the next year, we bought the other EOY. Then, when I learned enough to know enough, I realized we wanted it to be the same week, Week 23, which isn't important.
So I contacted Wastegate by dialing the instrument attached to the wall.
I got a call at 9:00 PM one Sunday evening from a very-pushy sales lady, badmouthing (rightfully) the resort they had sold us, trying to sell us something at their new resort
du jour for $30,000!!!!! That's a lot of money, like $29,000 today.
That pissed me off almost as much as faulty discount driving monitors, so I did some checking, and befriended Mr. S's administrative assistant, Kay Meddles, or Nettles.
She had their mortgage administrator call me and they swapped out whatever we had for a second Week 23. Maybe cost us a hundred bucks.
Her name will come to me shortly, when I don't need it. I'm sure I still have that paperwork.
Beth Driggs, or something like that.
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You know, you realize at some point in your life that although you have all the accurate information stored somewhere internally, it is not always immediately accessible, so you realize that it is fruitless to try to sound completely credible spontaneously, in a regular face-to-face conversation or phone call, but you know the information is there, and will make itself available when it's ready to, so you prefer something you can edit or revise, like email, for instance.
I guess that's why when people are asked about easily-remembered things, they often respond with, "I can't recall."