That's what somebody should have told the car insurance guy who followed up on my complaint this morning, because I was P*SSED OFF. (OK, not a great curse disguise, but whatever.)
On July 8, I will celebrate TWO MONTHS of being without the precious, precious car I didn't realize I loved so much until some nitwit smashed into it--with both Luke and I in it--on Mother's Day. Since then, there have been tons of Problems and Situations, mainly because the model is so damned new there are no spare parts to fix the ones in need of repair. I may possibly go down in history as the first girl to smash up her Cobalt. Hooray for me.
While the body shop waited for parts to arrive from God knows where, GMAC must have been counting the days until my 45-day rental insurance expired, because starting June 22, they stopped paying for my Grand Am. Only I didn't find out until July 1, and I got to hear it from some poor schmuck at Enterprise, not GMAC, who told me in our last conversation that though I was nearing the 45-day max, they would file an extension. So. I called my agent, who left word on his voice mail that he was off for a week's vacation and apparently didn't think it necessary to inform me about this latest development, a development that slapped me with $267 in back fees to Enterprise and counting. PLUS, I had never let go of his reprimanding me for my choice of vehicle when the whole parts thing came up, "because, you know, even though it's nice to have a new car, this is what you get." Maybe the GMAC agent didn't remember that I have a GM CAR.
P*ssed OFF.
And I let the manager know it today, who kept trying to skirt around the issue with, "but 45 days is all the policy will cover" and "but he told you the limit was coming up, right?" until I unleashed my inner rage, after which he was magically able to extend payment until today. Damn straight.
Yesterday I was in Rensselaer and saw my baby for the first time since the accident. She's so close to being done; they estimate this Friday. Can't wait. The body shop and car dealer, who has some airbag and seatbelt work to do, have been wonderful throughout this whole process. Hopefully, the Fury can remain dormant until the Cobalt and I are reunited.
P*ssed off seems like a mild reaction to all of the run around.
Hmmm, let's see the excuse that the car is too new to have replacement parts. Just what kind of parts are they using to put these brand new cars together, I suppose that there is some kind of rule about not using the building parts for replacement parts. Well, hopefully you will be driving your own car soon complete with all replaced parts.
mjd
Posted by: Anonymous | July 06, 2005 at 04:49 PM
Heck hath no fury like a Frema deprived of her car.
Posted by: Luke | July 06, 2005 at 10:11 PM
Having nothing to do with the car, I'm back and Witch's Blood is updated. Have a crude day....
Or have a bisexual experience. You know, for kids.
-- ME
Posted by: Chris | July 11, 2005 at 09:27 PM