In Which I Imagine That MetLife is Laughing at Me

After our latest auto insurance adventure was prolonged by a thunderstorm in St. Louis, we were finally told that MetLife — the company who insured the woman who hit us — would pick up all of the costs of the repair.

Hooray!

We were also told that the collision repair shop finally had the authorization to start work on the car.

Hooray!

We were then told that the collision repair shop was actually done with the repairs, and that we could pick up the car later in the day.

Hoooooldonasec. What was the middle part again?!?

Yup, they started to work on the car by mistake a few days ago. While we’re still not really sure what they’ve repaired, because nobody seems to be able to provide us with a final estimate, there’s something to be said for getting our own car back today, instead of the rental car that we expected.

Well, except for the part where we couldn’t pick up the car after all. Apparently, our car’s knuckles still needed to be replaced.

The knuckles.

Why do I get the feeling that someone, somewhere is messing with me?

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timmer k. says:

August 4, 2006 at 8:08 am

Of course, the only appropriate response at this point (to the car repair place) is: “I’VE GOT YOUR KNUCKLES RIGHT HERE!!!” Of course, that sort of emotional outburst tends to delay the car getting fixed. Proceed with caution.