"Priority," as in, to those that manufacturers claimed how great their product is and how great the warranties are in the first place, in spite of all the fine print and lawyer speak. Where the actual warranty process is made so inconvenient and loopholed, that they actually bet on a great percentage of customers not following thru with claims.
At some point, a service economy that creates less value than it consumes, is bound to eat itself out of house and home. It astonishes me just how handsomely someone feels their service is worth, compared to what value they actually create. It's all just turned into one huge sucking sound from every direction. I still work in manufacturing. I simply cannot and will not afford what amounts to a glut of parasitic middle people that offer nothing in return beyond a perceived sense of convenience, or paying for someone's allergies to actual hands-on work.
I went to buy a new Toyota once. They sent out some chesty 30-something bitch in a midriff shirt with tattoos, figuring I fit the profile of some mid-life crisis dude that would have been swayed by that. She tried my patience from the first minute figuring from my welding garb (I went by appointment on lunch break) that I was some uneducated, blue collar grunt. When I asked her to turn off her own, not-so-clever scripted spiel, she rolled her eyes and said and looking at my truck: "I bet you keep all of your cars forever." I replied that I keep them as long as I was promised they would last. At the time I had an '87 Toyota SR5 4x4 pickup, that I still really loved and had no intention of trading in. It's just that it had 300k miles on it and I didn't want to beat it to death for work anymore but just use it for off-road use and towing my boat. After getting the run around for an hr, that they could not find the actual truck they had advertised to me, but instead tried to push off some base model BS on me that they had obviously ordered too many of, I walked off and vowed to never step foot in another auto dealership again.