Another insurance rant, tempered with some slash talk
If I have to listen to Vivaldi's bloody Spring one more time, I will lose it. I will go the way of Jack in WoW. I will run amok through the streets, screaming about how crap my (ex-)insurance company is and then I will deface all the signs I can find for said ex-insurance company. I will hoot and hollar and generally behave in a mad manner.
This aside, though.
The girl who faithfully promised on Monday to contact the garage and get the invoice from them to send to the third party...did not do it. Yay. Spring came in when the girl I spoke to put me on hold so that she could phone the garage and extract a promise that they will send the invoice over today. On Friday I shall call and see whether the invoice actually got put into the post. They really are only doing things when I call, literally, and failing to do anything unless they do it while I am on the phone. Hooray.
In slightly happier thoughts, I was watching an episode of Starsky and Hutch last night. Finishing scene? Hutch cooked a candle-lit dinner for Starsky, including his favourite dish as recalled by his mother, whom Hutch called.
That, I believe ladies (and gents), is proof that S&H needs to score very highly on the slash-o-meter :-) Let the refutations begin!