Oh, this is fun...

See: My jedi is wounded in his bum for back story.

I called my insurance dude (ID) back yesterday to advise him that Moiraine seems to have pretty bad whiplash and has been sent for physio. Physiotherapy is not covered by our provincial healthcare, so it has to go through the insurance claim.

I guess ID misunderstood and thought we were talking about the passenger. He called me back and left a message stating that she should make her claim through her own insurance company.

This perplexes me. If she were the passenger, why would she have insurance? Since when do people require auto insurance in order to be a passenger in somebody else's car? Am I going to have to start checking pink slips before I let people into my vehicle?

Anyways... She wasn't the passenger, she was the driver. She was driving my car at the time of the accident. I was somewhere else entirely. Again, though, it's my insurance we're talking about. She hasn't got a car; therefore, she hasn't got car insurance. She was covered by my insurance.

Idiots.

Apparently, the damage to my car was assessed last Thursday. Both the insurance company and the autobody shop know what it's worth. Neither party, however, is willing to share that info with me.

Comments

[cat]

get a horse and buggy. that way in traffic if people piss you off you can train your horse to smash in their window and bite them. ha!

[sarcastrix]

I just keep telling everybody involved 'I'm going to have to consult with my lawyer and get back to you'. Also I write letters. Lots of them...

I'm still pissed off right now, though.

I think I'd like to have a horse to go around smashing people's windows.