When I got my keys back, the front desk didn’t think it would be smart to tell me where my car was. After waiting two hours—and having to listen to the front desk talk about her intuition that some guy had a baby—I finally got my keys, only to end up walking around the entire building, passing multiple empty spots. I came back in to ask, and she said, “Oh, it’s parked in the shopping center next door.” Okay, besides that annoyance: they gave me an estimate, which was honestly kind of entertaining. I didn’t say anything when they handed it to me, but the front desk girl quickly added, “Well, you know the tires are more expensive because it’s an Audi.” I’d understand if it was a specific Audi part, but using that to justify tire prices just sounds dumb. I called three other places and received lower estimates that actually covered more. I called the store back to ask what brand of tires they quoted me, and she said, “Oh, we don’t have that information.” I told her I might still get them done at their shop, and she said, “Okay, hold on,” and then gave me the info. I asked if the quote included lifetime tire rotations (since 9 out of 10 places offer that when you buy all four), and she said no. This place is okay for a quick inspection—mainly because they barely inspect anything. They basically just slap it with a good to go to go. But that’s about it.