This is by far one of the most messed up situations I have ever dealt with. ( I know, don't end a sentence with a preposition, however, given the fact that I'd rather use harsh words here, a preposition is the least of my worries)
This all started out innocently enough. A small, white envelope in the mail from my insurance company. A non-threatening little white envelope, which I assumed said "hi, you need more life insurance, blah, blah, blah" or some other such non-sense. Nope. No such freaking luck.
John has been hit with the identity whammy AGAIN. After calling the DMV in North Carolina, Maryland AND Virginia, all three confirmed what we both knew. . . which is that John did not have a ticket of any shape or size since 2004. So, after doing everyone's job for them, I had to tell said insurance company that their underwriter was full of bologna and to run John's driving record again. This quest for truth took up more than an hour and a half of my life, which I will never get back. . . how fair is that?!?!?!
Don't misunderstand me. I do not blame John as he is completely blameless for this. Some yahoo in underwriting hell saw fit to transpose numbers or some other such nonsense that I can't even fathom at this time, and there you have it, BOOM, increased insurance rates. And here I am, having a mild panic attack trying to sort it all out. Again, karma, where are you and why, why, why, must you smite me so mercilessly?????
With any luck at all my hard work and dedication will pay off, but again, 90 minutes of my life wasted on, well, nothing at all.
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Heh... you have John Campbell, I have Tareka White. :) As my insurance agent said... the people filling out the form are usually a few bricks shy. Maybe this happens to you because you have such great aptitude at figuring it all out... and, aren't you best versed in doing other people's jobs? ;o) Kidding...
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