I think now would be a good time for me to start killing indiscriminately.
Recap:
I was hit by a guy in a truck on the freeway. Turns out he was a cop. I filed a police report, attempted to file an insurance claim against him, but was told he owned two silver Dodge trucks and I would need the VIN to file a claim. "Do you have the VIN?" she said. "I was on the freeway, and I couldn't really get close enough." I was told to wait for the police report to come in the mail.
Police report arrived in the mail two weeks later with no VIN on it. I tried to call back the officer with whom I filed the report, and he's not there. I get only vague cop-out (no pun intended) answers as to when I should expect a call back from him. Five days later, I get the same response.
I pulled an ace out of my sleeve, and called my cousin, who is a cop. I left a message inquiring as to his willingness to assist me.
Two days later, I was too sick to sit up, and I get a call back from the original officer I filed the report with. He told me I don't need the VIN to file a claim, but gave it to me anyway. He then told me he would call the insurance company and tell them where they could stick it. I thanked him.
Today:
I called to file a claim. It took a mere seven minutes. At the end of it, I asked her, "Don't you need the VIN?" and she replied, "Of course not. How could we expect you to have that?" Just for fun, I asked, "Does he really have two silver Dodge trucks?" "Nooo," she said. "In that case, I'd like to make a complaint against the last person I spoke to. Here's her name and operator number. Please make sure she is fired."
Recap:
I was hit by a guy in a truck on the freeway. Turns out he was a cop. I filed a police report, attempted to file an insurance claim against him, but was told he owned two silver Dodge trucks and I would need the VIN to file a claim. "Do you have the VIN?" she said. "I was on the freeway, and I couldn't really get close enough." I was told to wait for the police report to come in the mail.
Police report arrived in the mail two weeks later with no VIN on it. I tried to call back the officer with whom I filed the report, and he's not there. I get only vague cop-out (no pun intended) answers as to when I should expect a call back from him. Five days later, I get the same response.
I pulled an ace out of my sleeve, and called my cousin, who is a cop. I left a message inquiring as to his willingness to assist me.
Two days later, I was too sick to sit up, and I get a call back from the original officer I filed the report with. He told me I don't need the VIN to file a claim, but gave it to me anyway. He then told me he would call the insurance company and tell them where they could stick it. I thanked him.
Today:
I called to file a claim. It took a mere seven minutes. At the end of it, I asked her, "Don't you need the VIN?" and she replied, "Of course not. How could we expect you to have that?" Just for fun, I asked, "Does he really have two silver Dodge trucks?" "Nooo," she said. "In that case, I'd like to make a complaint against the last person I spoke to. Here's her name and operator number. Please make sure she is fired."
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We've found out that maybe the guy who might've done something wasn't actually the guy, but was maybe right there with the guy who actually did something. Either way, the alarm system is now on.