It seems that I'm doomed to spend the rest of my life trying to convince people that I'm not a cripple anymore. First (several years ago), it was the DMV. They had been informed that I was paralyzed so they revoked my license. Despite the fact that I was walking to work over a mile every day, I had to jump through all kinds of fucking hoops to prove that I could move my foot well enough to drive a car. Shit, I had already started riding my motorcycle by then.
Then, while on a scuba diving trip in the carribean, I had to waste a day of my vacation in the doctors office to prove to some dip-shit that I was fit enough to dive.
Now I'm having problems getting health insurance because they think I'm still crippled. Shit, I run several times a week, I ride my bike to school, I go rock climbing when I have the time, and I scrub boat bottoms for money. I think I'll offer to come down to the insurance office and wrestle someone.
Then, while on a scuba diving trip in the carribean, I had to waste a day of my vacation in the doctors office to prove to some dip-shit that I was fit enough to dive.
Now I'm having problems getting health insurance because they think I'm still crippled. Shit, I run several times a week, I ride my bike to school, I go rock climbing when I have the time, and I scrub boat bottoms for money. I think I'll offer to come down to the insurance office and wrestle someone.
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And just five minutes ago I thought I already knew all the reasons to hate the insurance industry. Twisted sheepfuckers! We don't need your kind in Kentucky!
i say, wrestle the fuckers.