Problem: Write a negative (OPTIONS:
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A: My windshield replacement was a nightmare from the beginning. I wanted a factory windshield for my car (from the dealer), and was told by the salesman in Utah that that was not a problem. I made an appointment to go to the store on Craig road to install my windshield. When I got to the store, they did not have the factory windshield I ordered. The Chinese equivalent was what they had. So, after discussing it with the salesman in Utah and the manager of the store, I settled on an OEM windshield. Not from the dealer, but not generic from China either. It would be in, in a few days. Second trip to the Craig store, and they did indeed have the correct windshield this time. It was installed in a little over an hour...I initially thought everything was good, however, when I got home and put the sun shield on my dash, I noticed it wouldn't fit between the dash and the windshield. I called techna glass back (I tried to call the store directly, but that's impossible. All calls go through Utah, so it's always a game of telephone), and they said they would reinstall it, for free, and referred me to the sunset store. No problem. I understand things happen, and it sounded like they were going to make it right. I show up at the sunset store, and again, wrong windshield was ordered. I guess removing a windshield without breaking it is difficult, so they ordered new glass for me....the wrong glass. After talking with the manager of the sunset store, he said he would order me the same windshield that I had installed and it would take about a week to get it....Its now been 4 weeks (6 weeks since I initially called techna glass for a windshield). I've called back every Tuesday to see when my glass would be in. Because you have to talk to someone in another state, they have to call the store manager and get his story, then relay it back to you...the game of telephone. After talking with them last night, they said they *might* not cover the glass that I ordered, and implied that it wouldn't be covered under their year warranty, because my windshield is too expensive. They said they would call back, today, to update me. From the beginning, I made sure my windshield would be covered, and they even said they would reinstall it for free. It appears they have changed their story. I've spent $575 on an incorrectly installed windshield, 4 trips to 2 stores, and 8 phone calls to Utah. I'm still waiting for the call back....Stick with Safelite.
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A: My previous Vegas trip on Aug 2010 a group of my friends (living in Sin and HI) and I came here. And being from Hawaii we are exposed to excellent sushi, so I already knew I wouldn't find it as high-quality as I would back home. BUT it actually was pretty decent. The prices where very reasonable to for how good, big and fresh it was. I tried the "First Kiss" being raved about from my friends which was exactly what they claimed. I also tried the salmon and hamachi negiri. I'll be sure to hit this spot up again on this years Vegas trip!
Problem: What would be an example of an negative (OPTIONS:
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Answer: There must be something in the water. I'm not saying there's like some Dr. Strangelove Fluoridation conspiracy or anything. It's something less grandiose, something just barely beneath the surface, common and incognito. The Oysters. It has to be the oysters! For whatever reason, which for the life of me I cannot figure out, people in Tempe LOVE THEIR OYSTERS. Particularly the ones served from the local oyster house Casey Moore's. Nestled in the cultural hub of SUNI WOFAR at Ninth and Ash, the constant hum of the poorly aged, the tattooed and perma-service-industried are a testament to the ubiquitous appeal of their oysters. Never has an Irish sea-food joint catering to the left-leaning post-college-dropout been so successful at attracting the faux attractive. Though I admittedly am unfamiliar with what exactly it is that makes "Casey's" oysters stand at the apex of barnacle-cousin potential as the "Field of Dreams Principle"* proves itself true with the emergence of their salt-water invertebrates, I can't shake the feeling that their must be something in water; yes, in the very water that flows in pipes in the wall between "Blarney Stone" and kitchen. The Blarney Stone, for those unaware, is the unique semi-functional hardly sanitary piss-mist filled stall that has a permanently flowing fountain of water and patron-pee on a fake rock wall. It serves as the most practical option as it is about 10 feet wide with a back up moat that creeps about the floor so even the most shy guy doesn't have to worry about rogue droplets outing his poor post-fifth-beer-dribble-and-shake skills. That concoction filtered through SNUS packs and popped zits and dip spit makes its way to the maybe-working drain and from there it goes somewhere, the sewer maybe. BUT NO! It couldn't just go to the sewer, not in place where its urinal is as "unique" as the patrons themselves - that don't at all look like a homogenous crowd of HTC and Cartel social graduates - we can't expect its drainage system to be as middle of the road as your run of the mill bar, no we must expect something grand and unimitatable. So about the theory proposed prior: since oysters in their regular form are certainly not addictive enough to bring all those who fancy their flavor to run back week after week at any other establishment, Casey's must be doing something during the preparation of the shellfish. Remember the five expelled beers per patron and SNUS packs mentioned? Well obviously with alcohol and tobacco, two of the most addictive domestic substances, flowing seemingly infinitely through the veins of the structure, I'm quite sure those post body residual chemicals make their way through some fork in the road piping that runs in from the Blarney Stone and back out through the faucets in the kitchen and is then used to boil the oysters! That's what brings them back every Friday and Saturday night! Those literally addictive oysters! Because obviously nobody in their right non-addicted mind would ever fight tooth and nail, or stand uncomfortably up to thirty minutes, for a table where your knees bonk all the wrong people. But if you're looking to fuck a skateboarder, you've found the right bar. Vegans: They put Parmesan cheese on their fries so if that's your go to bar snack make sure and order them plain. Also I've gotten conflicting reports from servers about the veggie burgers being vegan or not. They might have egg in the buns. *Remember: "If you build it, they will come"? I'm sure something along the unfunny lines of "If you boil them, they will come" applies here.
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We got to club XS pretty late and scoti manage to hook us up right away. It was my friends bachelor party and you how hard it is for all men to get into clubs in vegas. He came through and got us all in a quickness and manage to get us one of the best seats in the house.