ACK!
I SO don't have Hollywood syndrome...but certain shit has just gone TOO far.
So last week I sort of...rammed the fucking shit out of an SUV...and for some reason after I rear-ended them, they shook the spot. Perhaps they were driving without the proper credentials. Whateva. So I call my insurance company and they're trying to deny my claim, saying that I don't have collision insurance.
Lesson 1: Insurance companies are NOT your friend.
So they explain to me the coverage I DO have, which includes the following (quoted from Mrs. Progressive herself):
a) Under-insured motorist coverage, so if they are under-insured and hit me, I am covered for the rest.
b) Un-insured motorist coverage, so if they have zilch in terms of insurance, I am covered.
c) Full glass, so if someone busts one of my windows out, I am straight.
d) Comprehensive insurance, which means...and get this...that if a "wind or hail storm comes" I am covered for any damage.
Plus I have all kinds of medical and other bullshit.
All of those things, but apparently I don't have collision insurance. What part of the Progressive game is that? Someone shoot me!
So I am continuing to drive this rickshaw until they take their 3 weeks to "investigate" whether I am covered in the event of a collision that is my fault. They have to dig up the INITIAL conversation I had with them when ordering my policy, listen to it with their fucking "we're-not-trying-to-cover-you" lawyers, and make a decision on coverage.
Today I am driving down the street...NOT freeway, for fear that my hood will fly up...and what happens? My hood flies up! HAHAHA!!! Holy shit! I couldn't see nay-thang! My vision turned entirely metallic teal! I literally felt like I was lost at sea! So I pull over...put the even more bent hood back down...and contemplate my next move. Meanwhile, I have my dog Cletus in the back seat cuz I'm tryin to take the crazy bitch to the kennel for a few days (I need a break, and if you know my pup, you know why I need a break). So I try to drive again...knowing I'm askin for it. This time, the hood flies OFF...it's now hangin by a tiny piece of metal. It's raining...I'm knee deep in mud, and the only tool I have with me is a screwdriver. So I'm trying to somehow "unscrew" the hood...when really I need me a fucking pair of metal cutters. I call AAA and those fucks were gonna charge me a shitload of money if I needed to be towed over 5 miles, so I'm considering crying. Just then, a friendly fella in a family van stops. He has tools. He unscrews my hood...with the proper hood-unscrewing tool (LOL) and I thank him graciously.
My hood is now all by her lonesome on the side of Deer Valley Creek Rd. I am driving around...with no hood.
Back to the Hollywood syndrome. Remember...it's that thing I don't have? Let's be honest. I'm supposed to be cute, vibey radio chick. It's hard to pull up to the club in a 95 Corolla with no hood and 3 hubcaps and maintain that image. So yes, I think I might have just turned Hollywood. I can't do this anymore.
I need a new car. I want a Scion. It will be mine. Oh yes. It will be mine.
P.S. For anyone to asks why I didn't lie to my insurance company...it's cuz I think lying is bad and it ALWAYS comes back to haunt you, no matter what the circumstance.
HMMMMMM....now where did I put those darn Gucci glasses...?
I SO don't have Hollywood syndrome...but certain shit has just gone TOO far.
So last week I sort of...rammed the fucking shit out of an SUV...and for some reason after I rear-ended them, they shook the spot. Perhaps they were driving without the proper credentials. Whateva. So I call my insurance company and they're trying to deny my claim, saying that I don't have collision insurance.
Lesson 1: Insurance companies are NOT your friend.
So they explain to me the coverage I DO have, which includes the following (quoted from Mrs. Progressive herself):
a) Under-insured motorist coverage, so if they are under-insured and hit me, I am covered for the rest.
b) Un-insured motorist coverage, so if they have zilch in terms of insurance, I am covered.
c) Full glass, so if someone busts one of my windows out, I am straight.
d) Comprehensive insurance, which means...and get this...that if a "wind or hail storm comes" I am covered for any damage.
Plus I have all kinds of medical and other bullshit.
All of those things, but apparently I don't have collision insurance. What part of the Progressive game is that? Someone shoot me!
So I am continuing to drive this rickshaw until they take their 3 weeks to "investigate" whether I am covered in the event of a collision that is my fault. They have to dig up the INITIAL conversation I had with them when ordering my policy, listen to it with their fucking "we're-not-trying-to-cover-you" lawyers, and make a decision on coverage.
Today I am driving down the street...NOT freeway, for fear that my hood will fly up...and what happens? My hood flies up! HAHAHA!!! Holy shit! I couldn't see nay-thang! My vision turned entirely metallic teal! I literally felt like I was lost at sea! So I pull over...put the even more bent hood back down...and contemplate my next move. Meanwhile, I have my dog Cletus in the back seat cuz I'm tryin to take the crazy bitch to the kennel for a few days (I need a break, and if you know my pup, you know why I need a break). So I try to drive again...knowing I'm askin for it. This time, the hood flies OFF...it's now hangin by a tiny piece of metal. It's raining...I'm knee deep in mud, and the only tool I have with me is a screwdriver. So I'm trying to somehow "unscrew" the hood...when really I need me a fucking pair of metal cutters. I call AAA and those fucks were gonna charge me a shitload of money if I needed to be towed over 5 miles, so I'm considering crying. Just then, a friendly fella in a family van stops. He has tools. He unscrews my hood...with the proper hood-unscrewing tool (LOL) and I thank him graciously.
My hood is now all by her lonesome on the side of Deer Valley Creek Rd. I am driving around...with no hood.
Back to the Hollywood syndrome. Remember...it's that thing I don't have? Let's be honest. I'm supposed to be cute, vibey radio chick. It's hard to pull up to the club in a 95 Corolla with no hood and 3 hubcaps and maintain that image. So yes, I think I might have just turned Hollywood. I can't do this anymore.
I need a new car. I want a Scion. It will be mine. Oh yes. It will be mine.
P.S. For anyone to asks why I didn't lie to my insurance company...it's cuz I think lying is bad and it ALWAYS comes back to haunt you, no matter what the circumstance.
HMMMMMM....now where did I put those darn Gucci glasses...?