Fender Bender

Didn't have time to blog about this earlier, but an interesting thing happened to me on Wednesday over the lunch hour.

I went to Sonic (a drive-in burger place) for lunch that day. As the waitress was handing me my green chile burger, there was a loud crunch noise, and my car shook. The guy in the adjacent parking space had backed out and scraped along my rear bumper! I think it scared the waitress more than it scared me.

I got out and asked the guy for his insurance information. He was a wiry, unfriendly-looking guy in a beat-up old white pickup. Curiously, he seemed pissed at me - certainly not apologetic.

By coincidence, there was a Geico rep at the Sonic at the time. Within moments, he was right by my side - boingggg - saying, "So, have a little accident, did we?" I let him know I already had insurance, so he left me alone.

When I got back to the office, I called my insurance company, and they said that they'd be happy to reimburse me, but that I'd have to pay the deductible. Instead, they recommended going through the other guy's insurance company, which should cover the entire cost. She gave me the phone number for the insurance company's claims department.

So I call the 1-800 number she gave me. There's a little silence, and then: "Bonk-chicka-wow-wow! Hey, baby, wanna talk to me?" That's right. Porno chat line. I hung up, thinking I had misdialed. I dialed again, and again: "Bonk-chicka-wow-wow!" Apparently, my insurance company had the wrong number for them.

Luckily, I was able to find the correct number on the net, so all is getting taken care of. I just hope that my University phone record doesn't come back next month showing two calls to "1-800-HOT-CHIX" or something...