Why I don't buy insurance online. Or have a tongue ring.
Right, so the S2000 is still in the shop. The shop is telling me possibly sometime the middle of this week. Of course, the whole thing would have been finished a week ago, were it not for the most ironically named insurance company ever: Progressive. See, to qualify as being “progressive” you’d need to do something like, oh, I dunno, let matters progress (i.e. move ahead) OR do things in a manner that are an improvement over other means of achieving a desired end. Not in this case. Nope. These clowns would rather continue to pay for my rental car while sending an adjuster out with a camera to take a picture of each step of the repair before authoring the payment thereof, you know, for the repair of my car which THEIR INSURED rearended. The first sign things were gonna go crappily? Well, with apologies to Foxworthy . . .
If your insurance adjuster has a tongue ring and T-back under-britches, you might have some delays in having your car fixed.
If your insurance adjuster is such an existentialist that she won’t believe your car has damage without taking a photograph of the Styrofoam energy absorber behind your bumpercover, the remnants of which were readily visible on the street after the accident, you can count on an extra day or two in the old rental car.
If the theme song for the insurance company that indemnifies the guy who hit your car is “This is How Life Should Be,” just go ahead and count on the fact that the more appropriate jingle would be Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers “The Waiting is the Hardest Part.”
If you call to complain to the crappy little insurance company, and they tell you that you have chosen a body shop that “everyone knows is the hardest to get along with in Birmingham,” you can rest assured that the insurance company was actually wooing that shop to become a preferred provider of repair services.
OH, OHHH, and OHHHH: If you are turning 33 on a BEAUTIFUL weekend in Mobile, with the sun shining overhead and celebrating being elected as Articles Editor for the Cumberland Law Review, you can be bloody sure that rather than enjoying a fleeting, balmy moment of your youth with the top down on the coolest car Honda ever crafted, your be putzing about in a rented Mitsubishi Lancer ES that smells like my college dorm.
If your insurance adjuster has a tongue ring and T-back under-britches, you might have some delays in having your car fixed.
If your insurance adjuster is such an existentialist that she won’t believe your car has damage without taking a photograph of the Styrofoam energy absorber behind your bumpercover, the remnants of which were readily visible on the street after the accident, you can count on an extra day or two in the old rental car.
If the theme song for the insurance company that indemnifies the guy who hit your car is “This is How Life Should Be,” just go ahead and count on the fact that the more appropriate jingle would be Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers “The Waiting is the Hardest Part.”
If you call to complain to the crappy little insurance company, and they tell you that you have chosen a body shop that “everyone knows is the hardest to get along with in Birmingham,” you can rest assured that the insurance company was actually wooing that shop to become a preferred provider of repair services.
OH, OHHH, and OHHHH: If you are turning 33 on a BEAUTIFUL weekend in Mobile, with the sun shining overhead and celebrating being elected as Articles Editor for the Cumberland Law Review, you can be bloody sure that rather than enjoying a fleeting, balmy moment of your youth with the top down on the coolest car Honda ever crafted, your be putzing about in a rented Mitsubishi Lancer ES that smells like my college dorm.
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