So yesterday I get a call from Enterprise saying that Fred Loya, the most d-bag insurance company in the nation, called them and said my car was done. I replied, “well, neither Fred Loya, the most d-bag insurance company in the nation, nor the body shop have called or emailed me to tell me that. So if my car is really done, and the fact that we’re getting snow tonight and into tomorrow, the earliest I’ll be able to go pick up my car is Thursday.”
So the Enterprise guy says, “OK, well just so you know, Fred Loya, the most d-bag insurance company in the nation, is saying that if your car is done today then today’s the last day they’re paying for the car rental.”
So after I hang up with them, and yes I did tell them that Fred Loya, the most d-bag insurance company in the nation, are a bag of assholes, I call up the body shop to find out what’s up. They inform me that they sent Fred Loya, the most d-bag insurance company in the nation, a final bill which they still hadn’t responded to. So how could they possibly release my car if they haven’t even been paid yet?! So where is Fred Loya, the most d-bag insurance company in the nation, getting their information that my car is finished?!
Oh and don’t forget, this is all a result of a car accident where some joker rear ended me, TWO MONTHS AGO tomorrow. Two stinking months! It’s seriously scenarios like this that Criminal Minds uses as a back story for serial killers.
In conclusion, if somebody rear ends you and they have crappy insurance, take their family as hostages until they pay you cash for the damages. At least I have both the body shop and the rental car place calling Fred Loya, the most d-bag insurance company in the nation, to find out what’s up. And this insurance agent that works there....my god he’s the worst! The one and only time he calls me is early in the process to wake me up at 7 AM on a Saturday and tell me that he’s the guy who’s cooridinating everything. Which I guess meant nothing, since every time I called him since then he tried to deflect or redirect my call to somebody else. While I’d never wish death on anybody, I wish him the most violent case of diarrhea in a bathroom that only stocks rough sandpaper in the stalls. And maybe Chlamydia. Yeah, I hope he gets that too.
This is me after that phone call.
In other news, I came into work about an hour late today. Not because I overslept, which is usually what happens. No...I woke up on time...early in fact, but it took me twice as long to get to the bus stop, swervin' and slippin' all over the road and driving slow....and then missed my bus by about 100 feet. Had to wait 30 minutes for the next bus which took an hour because of all the ice on the road. Gotta love winter. Seems like a LOT of effort just to come to work and do nothing all day.