Yesterday on the way home from the Reid Park Zoo, we had a little car-tastrophe. Someone in a big old F150 smashed into the back of my teeny tiny Versa at an intersection in Tucson. The driver admitted fault and we easily exchanged information. We filed a report with a TPD officer, and we were on our way. Shaky but back in action.
That's not really the worst of it. The bad part has been dealing with the insurance company. No big surprise. After 3 phone calls, I now have a claim number but not much else. Apparently the driver has to admit fault to State Farm for all of this to be real. Never mind that she admitted fault to me, the people in her car, the Tucson Police Officer...EVERYONE who would listen. It's not real until she tells the State Farm Rep sitting in a random call center in Nebraska that "Yes, the accident was my fault."
Granted my need for urgency is increased because after 4 years of staying at home, all that ends on Monday, meaning my time is not my own and I don't have infinite amounts of semi-free time to deal with bureaucratic craziness. Our maybe I'm just bitter that very shortly after we have paid off this car, it now has a big ol' dent in it and the hatchback doesn't open and close properly. Whatever it is I'm hostile about the whole thing and just want a satisfactory conclusion ... SOON.
2 comments:
Holy poop cuz! Are YOU okay? Who was all with you?
It was me and all the girls. We are all okay. There were a few aches the day after but looks like all is well now. Thanks for asking, Cousin!!!!
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