Speaking of cars, I'm happy to report that I can breath a little easier as it looks like all the damage to my rental car from my LA trip has been covered ($497). I've been sweating it out for 6 weeks as Enterprise immediately charged me a $500 deductible while I waited for Amex to resolve everything.
For future reference to potential buffista renters out there, I've never owned a car, but I rent fairly often. I have special liability insurance, but have relied on Amex coverage for any damage or theft. I've heard it can be a problem collecting on the coverage, but IME they were pretty good. I called them upon my return to report the damage, gave them my rental agreement number, and they handled the rest with Enterprise. They immediately put a dispute flag on the $500 charge so I didn't have to pay it upfront.
It took about six weeks to resolve, and initially they only paid the actual damage ($447) and not the $50 admin fee, but
with a few phone calls, either they paid it or got Enterprise to waive it because it has just been credited to my account.
Now if only the city of Pasadena would give me a response about my parking ticket...
I just bought a 40" tv. Now trying to schedule a delivery time that doesn't require time off work.
Hanging-on~ma ND. I'm so sorry that this has happened so quickly. That really sucks.
~~ma ND - or what amych said.
You'll be in my thoughts ND. I hope your father can hang on a little longer.
Safe and swift travels.
So much ~ma to you, ND, and to all your family.
My first car was a Geo Prizm which I bought after college.
aww, twins! Except that my parents gave me mine. I loved that car. Got 10 good years out of it before I sold it to my bro for them to use as a second car.
All kinds of ~ma, ND. And safe travels.
My first car was a Renault Dauphine.
Volkswagens were heavy compared to this car. Ostensibly it was Mom's car, but once I learned to drive, it was mostly mine. Ours was that ubiquitous greige color, and I loved it to distraction.
A friend and I hung out one afternoon with her bf and another guy, who decided to impress each other with their strength by lifting the car by the wheel wells. After having custody of the car over the weekend, my dad wanted to know what I'd hit, or what had hit me. I was mystified. He took me out to show me large, curved dents in the fenders, and honestly, you'd think I'd remember an impact that left that kind of evidence. It was a few hours before I connected the lifting with the dents.
My mom drove it to church one weekday evening, and four teenaged boys picked it up, pointed it in the opposite direction and set it down in the same spot. She went out to get in it, and had a cow. She went back inside to talk to somebody about those rowdy boys, and when she came back out, the car was facing its original direction, thus proving her mental. One of the guys told me later they were desperately trying to think of a way to get it up a tree or on the roof.
Then there was the time we slipped on a mere slick of ice and did a pretty 180 with Mom driving. She took it as a sign and went back home.
I miss that car.
