Minor Annoyances
So my car was rear-ended, right? And I’m already annoyed with it, yes? Well, between my insurance company and the body shop, I’m not sure who I want to shoot in the face first.
My car is in two names, which is in and of itself, a minor annoyance. Because the car is in two names, the insurance is in two names; yet another minor annoyance. This is usually no big deal. My insurance agent knows me, knows the situation, knows who is responsible for the car. The company itself? Apparently they are a wee bit confused. So now the body shop is confused.
Because for some fucking reason, when the assignment went through, it went through in someone else’s name, and now they are saying that I cannot sign off on the work that needs to be done. Major annoyance. Picture me, if you will, speaking on the phone through gritted teeth, explaining in the smallest words possible that it is my GD car and if they continue to dick around, I shall take my car elsewhere. Assholes!
Twenty seven thousand phone calls later and my agent’s secretary is supposed to be taking care of this for me.
Meantime, Nissan sits on their collective asses, taking their damn sweet time in getting me the paperwork I need to get the registration in my name, not someone else’s. All so I can get my insurance in my name only, so there is no more confusion, and I can make my own decisions regarding my OWN DAMN CAR.
I am going to go chew on broken glass now.