I was on my way to today to Fletcher's school to eat lunch with him after getting a Happy Meal for him at McDonald's when a giant FedEx truck backed into me as I was going out the McDonald's exit. Crushed in the rear driver's side of my minivan. The weasel FedEx guy kept going on about not wanting to lose his job, and saying he thought I was driving through the parking spaces (I wasn't) so it wasn't his fault. Crappy FedEx driver!
I called my wife to come get his Happy Meal and take it to him at school, while I waited for the police to come. Which was fruitless, because, as it turns out, if the accident was on private property (the McDonald's parking lot) they don't do a report.
So after the policeman leaves I call my insurance and then call his insurance, and am told he gave me the wrong number, Protective Insurance is just for the FedEx truck's damage. They give me another number, I call and get this dreary who says she'll have to call me back. I finally hear back from said dreary woman who says I'll have to wait for an investigator to call me. When I complain about them not even taking my statement, she hung up on me, saying, "I don't care."
Of course, I immediately call back and complain, which gets me to the investigator, who is much easier to talk to. I have to take my car to get an estimate and then fax it to him. Of course, this being the weekend, I can't do this until Monday, which means I'm stuck with a barely driveable car all weekend. I am NOT in a good mood. That said, I still went to see Fletcher at school and spent a little time with him at recess. Stupid FedEx ruined my day!!
I called my wife to come get his Happy Meal and take it to him at school, while I waited for the police to come. Which was fruitless, because, as it turns out, if the accident was on private property (the McDonald's parking lot) they don't do a report.
So after the policeman leaves I call my insurance and then call his insurance, and am told he gave me the wrong number, Protective Insurance is just for the FedEx truck's damage. They give me another number, I call and get this dreary who says she'll have to call me back. I finally hear back from said dreary woman who says I'll have to wait for an investigator to call me. When I complain about them not even taking my statement, she hung up on me, saying, "I don't care."
Of course, I immediately call back and complain, which gets me to the investigator, who is much easier to talk to. I have to take my car to get an estimate and then fax it to him. Of course, this being the weekend, I can't do this until Monday, which means I'm stuck with a barely driveable car all weekend. I am NOT in a good mood. That said, I still went to see Fletcher at school and spent a little time with him at recess. Stupid FedEx ruined my day!!
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