Not The Best Of Days
Well, it's
been a long day. I woke this morning with nothing but good intentions, call the
insurance folks and get the ball rolling quickly concerning the damage done to
Amber's car when a big beautiful doe made the decision to run in front of a large motor vehicle rather than become
impregnated by a measly four point buck.
Poor doe, poor complex saddled buck! I talked to the local agent, who told me
everything I needed to know while making me feel comfortable about the situation.
Then another insurance dude from somewhere called me and talked to me for a
long time and said nothing. Then another insurance person called and completed my
trip to total confusion.
Then just as
we were leaving to limp the car to the body shop, thirty miles away, the rent
car person called and told me he had received word from my insurance company
and had a vehicle reservation number for me, making me feel a little better. We finally reached the body shop and things
went wonderfully, other than the estimated $2966.82 the shy loveless doe was
going to cost, poor me! I then went to the rent car folks and told them I was
ready to pick up my rent vehicle. They smiled and with cheer in their voice they
informed me there was no cars available.
I reminded them they had called me earlier and given me a vehicle reservation
number. Their response, "Just because you received a number doesn't mean
we actually have cars available." I then responded (the following has been
edited should the younger folks or those
claiming to be pure of heart read this) I guessed everything would work out if I just
showed the police officer who pulled me over for driving a car without legal
lights and turn signals the rental car reservation number you gave me earlier
today! They responded that they could very well have a car in by late afternoon
or tomorrow (Not Tomorrow Morning, Tomorrow!) They said they would call me when a car was
available. I said thank you #@!$#%$, I live 30 miles from here so that's
certainly not a problem!
By then it
was noon! We were hungry and decided we were hungry for a hamburger. We went to
a new fast food joint and ordered hamburgers. The hot dogs they brought us weren't bad, they
just weren't hamburgers. After eating we decided to kill some time in hopes they would get us a rent car in
before we left. I took Amber to a store and she bought some stuff. I took Amber
to another store and she bought some more stuff. I took Amber to another store
and she bought more stuff, etc, etc. I then decided to get a haircut. I figured
that would take up some time and it did, four minutes. We went by the Post Office and mailed some
bills then Amber suggested we go by the drug store and refill my blood pressure
medications. I then asked Amber if she wanted to get her hair fixed and she
told me she had that done yesterday and thanks for noticing.
Ready to
give up and go home I told Amber we would go by the rent car place one more
time before we went home. As I walked in
there was a fellow standing at the counter filling out paperwork and smiling.
When he finished they told him they didn't have a car available and he reminded
them he had a rental reservation number and of course they said, "Just
because you have a number doesn't mean we have a car." I felt like going
over and giving the other customer a man hug, but I was afraid he would hit me.
I stepped up next and raised my hand to scratch my head and the car rent guy
ducked. I asked him if my car was in and he said that it was. I turned to the
guy that had just left the counter before me and I swear you could hear the
enamel on his teeth cracking as he turned to stare. Then the rental employee backed away from the
counter and told me I would have to wait for a while until they could clean the
car up. I told him unless someone had $h!# (Pooped) in the front seat, the car
would be fine as is.
We finally
received our rent car, a little fancy car with more whistles and bells and
buttons than I have ever seen before. I
thought they were going to have to use a shoe spoon to get me in the car. After
I finally figured out how to start the
cat (Without a key) we were off on our thirty mile trip home. I wasn't really
all that bad, by the time I figured out how to turn they radio on, we were
home. As we walked into the door, my phone rang, it was yet another insurance
dude from Spokane, Washington. He said, "I just received the report on
your accident and here's what you need to do..."
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