Progressive is obviously but a name.

Mar 04, 2009 15:24

Perhaps this world isn't for the kind-hearted. I've never had a run-in with an insurance company, but now that I have I feel a bubbling hate in my gut for everything and everybody accociated with them and their back end ways to "help" you. Why bother paying for a service that has their best interest at heart?

When a drunk driver hits a sign, and the sign goes into an off-ramp from A FUCKING INTERSTATE like I-fucking-85, it's an issue. When four fucking cars explode tires on the debri left in the road by this hit-and-run drunk driver, it's a bigger issue. When one of those people popped not one, but two, tires and does not have the option of simply changing a tire in the pouring rain and heading home, it becomes my issue.

So we popped two tires, and I was entirely unwilling to leave my car on an off-ramp at 4 fucking in the morning on a Saturday. We got it towed. The next day, because my insurance is under my dad's name, we went over to my dad's house and filed an insurance claim on the basis that the police (one of literally 8) had told us they caught the drunk driver and he was going to jail for a DUI and a hit and run. They've had my car for a couple of days now, and today we get a quote and:

"It is not your fault that the sign was in the road, but it is your fault that you hit it."

And now they've found $925 worth of things to fix. Fuck that. Fuck it straight in the ass. When there is rain, darkness, and a piece of debri on the road due to a fucking drunk driver that was CAUGHT AND ARRESTED that caused not just us, BUT ALSO THREE OTHER PEOPLE, to wreck their cars, it is minimally if not at all our fault. The sign was literally at the beginning of the offramp, while everybody is still doing a reasonable 60 MPH, not nearly enough time to see and swerve.. SWERVE in the rain.

We've cancelled our claim, are picking up the car, propping it up, putting on one spare, going to pick up some tires, and putting those on ourselves. For much, MUCH less than nine hundred and twenty-five fucking dollars.

This was to vent, I have vented.
Thanks.
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