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The Other Driver's insurance company finally paid up, sending me a fat check for the accident their driver caused me to be in. I wouldn't have known their investigation was settled so quickly had I not called them three days in a row -- that's how long it took me to talk to a real live person -- to hound them into telling me what's going on.
It's just a pisser that the accident wasn't my fault, yet I'M the one who has to initiate all the phone calls, drive around with a car that has a shattered turn signal and a front bumper tied on with a rope, schedule all the appointments and take time from my busy days to make those appointments. Talk about wrong place, wrong time.
But hopefully, the end of the tunnel is near. My car is supposed to go in the shop next week. Meanwhile, they're ponying up for a rental. So if you pass this on the highway, wave hi.
Current mood: Hungry
Current music: Amber's snoring
Replies: 3 shoutouts
I saw a picture of Chester in the computer system at work the night before that column was published, so I thought, "Oh, wonder what Chester's been up to these days?" (He used to write about Chester regularly when he and his wife first moved in together.) I could barely finish reading the column. A few editors here joked about it later, which angered me. I don't know how much longer I can work here...
Posted by Huffy @ 05/03/2004 10:14 PM EST
Speaking of cats, this was a tough read. http://www.orlandosentinel.com/news/columnists/orl-locmiket02050204may02,1,1794862.column
Posted by ~ @ 05/03/2004 12:51 PM EST
Awesome, car, dude! Does it come with its own mullet and collection of Whitesnake cassettes?
Posted by ~ @ 05/01/2004 10:07 AM EST