galaxy42

Shit... sorry to incite low levels of panic. I thought I had already posted something about it on SG... I wasn't involved in an accident, but my car was. A couple of weeks ago, I woke up to find that a snow plow had ripped the ass end off of my poor old Grand Am. I've had the damn car for 10 years... it wasn't the greatest vehicle on the planet, but it was paid for and provided reliable transportation.

The fuckers from the plow company denied doing it: "It was like that when we got there, man..." but I live on a No Exit street that is populated by mostly retired couples... none of which have a plow blade on the front of their vehicles. And...This. Most. Definitely. Was. Done. By. A. Plow. Period. The officer who took the report said "definitely a plow"... the owner of the plow company said "definitely a plow........not MY guys, of course... but definitely a plow"...the claims adjuster who came out to inspect it said "definitely a plow"... no one who looked at the heap of crap that used to be my car could come to a conclusion OTHER than plow... yet, it wasn't the ones contracted to do it. They have earned a place on my Wall of Shame... supreme dick bags, if you ask me.

There's more to the story, but I don't have the energy to relive it right now. I might go kill someone.

To be continued...