Be careful when buying tires

Widows and senior citizens who need tires or repair work for their vehicle should be sure the mechanic knows enough to do the work right or to install the correct size tires. I was falsely accused of giving wrong numbers for tires. I copied the numbers on my old tires, plus checked at the bottom of the driver’s side door. It tells what pressure and size of tire. I gave the lady at the dealership a note with the size tires needed.

I have never heard of the number on the tires put on my car, which were the wrong size. A suspension bolt was touching both front tires. When I called the dealership I was told there wasn’t much difference in the size tire. Can you imagine the danger I was in — even worse, if I had wrecked and endangered someone else?

A person in management admitted he wouldn’t drive with tires like that.

I was treated rudely and  accused several times of making the mistake and was told they would not replace these tires. After much discussion, I was offered another brand of tires and I refused. I paid for Michelin and I expected Michelin. I finally got Michelin tires.

When I got my car, back greasy fingerprints were on the driver’s side door and smeared under the hand pull. I asked for a cloth to clean with. A lady had to spray two times to get the grease off.

I called and asked for a printout for the last tires I got and they refused. The lady told me I would have to use the printout for the first tires, because they had to eat the price of the second tires. She hung up on me. And I still haven’t got a printout.

All this happened at a dealership that I had always respected.

— Louise Pethel

Kannapolis

Officer was godsend

With so much negative news about police officers, I would like to let everyone know there are more good officers than bad ones.

Around 9:35 a.m. on Aug. 17, I was sitting at the stop light turning left onto Jake Alexander Boulevard. I was crying, because I needed gas and my money had not went through yet. I was on empty.

That was when a police officer rolled down his window and asked if I was OK. This made me cry even harder. The light we were sitting at was red, so I told him I was out of gas and I could not get any until the next day. So he told me to get in front of him and stop at the gas station.

I pulled into a gas station. The police officer bought me $15 worth of gas. I did not get his name and I wished I had, just to be able to say thank you. It seems so little, but right now it is all I can offer.  For someone to be kind to me and go out of his way was a godsend.  This officer will never know how much his kindness meant to me that day. May God bless him and his family and keep them safe through all the years of his life and after.

— Crystal Trendel

Kannapolis