My car in the really awesone parking space I scored at the Northern California Pirate Festival.
If I wasn't so busy worrying about other stuff, I would have seen it coming. No, not the other car (though probably that too)- no, the insurance company. Because, as we all know, insurance is nothing more than legalized extortion. Yesterday they towed my car off to the body shop, and I went and picked up the rental car. Today I thought I'd look at the claim online, maybe find out how long it would take to fix the car. Now I should have known damn well they weren't going to fix the car- the car is nine years old, and it's got 100,000 miles on it. Sure enough, the estimate to fix it is $4200, so they're declaring it a total loss. Now, they haven't actually offered me anything yet, but I can guarantee that what they offer will not be $4200. I am sure they will subtract the towing (no doubt they called the most expensive place in town), then go on to subtract the previously cracked windshield, the bald tires, and the fact that it hasn't been washed in six months. (I have a gravel driveway- makes washing fairly pointless.) If you Google "total vehicle loss", like I did, you'll find out they have a million ways to screw you, and to fight them will take more time and energy than most people have. For starters, the minute they make you an offer, no matter how bad, they only have to pay for the rental car for another three days. I believe that would qualify as coercion. But not in America, where the corporations run wild and free.
Now, there are those who will say it's just a car. I expect those are the same people who would say the bunga-mansion is "just a house." Well, to me it's not just a car. It's the only NEW car I have ever owned in my entire freaking life- the only one where I got to pick the color I wanted (and I was really clear about that if nothing else- I was having the aubergine one and no other). I generally don't care about cars, viewing them mostly as a useful tool. That was until I saw my first PT Cruiser- the only car that has ever made me go, "Ooh- I want that!"
So I can see my life for the next few days/weeks: back at work at the fabric store, spending my lunch (half) hour and my breaks on the phone arguing with the insurance company. Swell. I just want them to fix my fucking car. I just want GMAC to modify my fucking mortgage. I just want my life, and the lives of everyone else in the 99%, to STOP SUCKING!
Now, there are those who will say it's just a car. I expect those are the same people who would say the bunga-mansion is "just a house." Well, to me it's not just a car. It's the only NEW car I have ever owned in my entire freaking life- the only one where I got to pick the color I wanted (and I was really clear about that if nothing else- I was having the aubergine one and no other). I generally don't care about cars, viewing them mostly as a useful tool. That was until I saw my first PT Cruiser- the only car that has ever made me go, "Ooh- I want that!"
So I can see my life for the next few days/weeks: back at work at the fabric store, spending my lunch (half) hour and my breaks on the phone arguing with the insurance company. Swell. I just want them to fix my fucking car. I just want GMAC to modify my fucking mortgage. I just want my life, and the lives of everyone else in the 99%, to STOP SUCKING!
My car parked at the bunga-mansion in better days.
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