They said they only drill front bumper holes by owner request. So it should be good. Picking it up at lunch time.
I think I ruined the sales guy's thunder. He's like "your Mustang is here!!" I was like "yeah I know I was there last night when it came!" He's all "oh...okay."
Apparently it sat in Atlanta from Sunday waiting to be unloaded off the rail car.
Oh and the red headed receptionist kills me. "Thank you for calling Jones Ford." [hears gum snapping]. Apparently she doesn't ask how she can help you or anything, just that and then waits for you to say something.
