and I got conned in STYLE. Quite a smooth operation I must say. Thinking about it frame by frame makes my blood boil.
The conjob is pedestrians pointing to your car claiming there are sparks when in reality there's nothing. You'll pullover, someone will come over to help you, claim a defect and replace a part and ask for a cool sum for having fixed it.
Its a trifle difficult at that instant to see through the conjob since you're pretty stressed out. This whole realty TV like incident left me feeling a loser and poor by 3000 bucks.
Damn my luck!