Six weeks later my adventure to Insurance Land is almost over.
It took their agent an entire MONTH to get back to me. Once she finally called (while I was at Mina's class Halloween party no less), she told me to go get a second estimate. I should note that I think the only reason she did call me was because my agent left her a nasty voicemail about going over her head and basically dropping the proverbial hammer on her ass.
So I got the second estimate, and it was within 30 bucks of the other one. I sent copies to her and another full week went by with no word.
I left a voicemail yesterday and she called me this morning. I don't know if she was planning on blowing me off forever, but I was determined to hunt her down until this got resolved.
Yes, they are going to pay for it. Which place would I like to go? I didn't really care, but asked if I should schedule now or wait to hear from her.
She told me that I could go now if I wanted to, but I might want to wait until I got the check.
I assumed that they would send a check to the place or at most, a reimbursment check to me once they had proof I got it fixed.
I get a big fat check.
Fuck the car. I'm paying off another credit card.
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