So I get a letter that my '05 Cobalt has ANOTHER recall, for the ignition switch. Yes, the keys turn off the ignition when you hit a bump. My solution: start car, remove keys, place in cupholder. Anyway the letter says we will let you know when parts are available. Next letter says parts are available, make an appointment. Then a postcard reminding me to come in for the fix. Make appointment, show up, they take car in. Guy says come here and sit and let me write you up. I do, he does, then he says,"OK, we'll order the parts and call you when they come in." Huh? I'm here to get it fixed. The parts should be here. "Oh no, the parts are VIN specific." Um, you have my VIN, you know I have an '05 Cobalt. I'm in your files. "Yes, but the parts are VIN specific." I was about to reach into my pocket for the postcard they sent THAT HAS MY VIN PRINTED ON IT, but then I caught on. This just dealershit bullcrap. The kind they subject customers to day after day. I'll bet they hope I'll leave and not come back. So I smiled and said-OH! VIN specific parts. So I can go? "Yup, we'll call you when they get in." So I left and was glad to get my day back. Good thing I'm retired and didn't lose a day's work for this sh*t. But as I left I overheard a young guy with a new Camaro say he had an appointment for an oil change and servicing. Girl says,"When did you make the appointment?" Yesterday, online. "Oh, well do you have a CONFIRMATION number?" Yes, I do, here it is. "Well, it didn't go through. Would you like to make an appointment?" That's when I left. The young guy was about to go Postal and I walked away fast. I'm thinking GM SHOULD have gone bankrupt, they learned nothing.