Missing our minivan
Both of my steady readers already know that a few weeks back, our prized Honda Odyssey was nailed by an old lady in the grocery store parking lot.
This week, I handed over our beloved beauty to the body shop to restore her to her former glory. Since we were lucky (closest word I could find) enough to have been hit by 1) a legal U.S. resident and 2) an upstanding woman who pays her insurance premiums, we have been furnished with a replacement vehicle.
The replacement vehicle has been a bit of a sore subject from the very get-go. There's apparently a little dance that insurance companies and car rental companies do when it comes to situations like this:
Step 1: Insurance company approves an iPod-sized car for the claimant (that's me)
Step 2: Rental car company has claimant call the insurance company to request a bigger vehicle
Step 3: Insurance company hems, then haws, then approves a larger vehicle
Step 4: Rental car company sends 5 dudes out to go smoke in the car you're about to rent
I ultimately got the car I needed, but having to haggle for it seemed a little silly. Why the insurance company can't look in their own file to match up the type of car damaged to the type of car you'll need, I don't know.
Moving on, I guess we've been a little spoiled by some of the features on our Odyssey, because we're not finding this thing to be very user-friendly. On top of that, Daughter fires off the same batch of questions/statements every time she gets in the thing:
"This car is stinky."
"Who smoked in this car?"
"Why do people smoke?"
"I don't want Kiki (her plush duck) to ride in here and get stinky!"
Oh well. Our van should be back in fighting shape on Monday. Until then, we'll cruise through town in our smokemobile.
This week, I handed over our beloved beauty to the body shop to restore her to her former glory. Since we were lucky (closest word I could find) enough to have been hit by 1) a legal U.S. resident and 2) an upstanding woman who pays her insurance premiums, we have been furnished with a replacement vehicle.
The replacement vehicle has been a bit of a sore subject from the very get-go. There's apparently a little dance that insurance companies and car rental companies do when it comes to situations like this:
Step 1: Insurance company approves an iPod-sized car for the claimant (that's me)
Step 2: Rental car company has claimant call the insurance company to request a bigger vehicle
Step 3: Insurance company hems, then haws, then approves a larger vehicle
Step 4: Rental car company sends 5 dudes out to go smoke in the car you're about to rent
I ultimately got the car I needed, but having to haggle for it seemed a little silly. Why the insurance company can't look in their own file to match up the type of car damaged to the type of car you'll need, I don't know.
Moving on, I guess we've been a little spoiled by some of the features on our Odyssey, because we're not finding this thing to be very user-friendly. On top of that, Daughter fires off the same batch of questions/statements every time she gets in the thing:
"This car is stinky."
"Who smoked in this car?"
"Why do people smoke?"
"I don't want Kiki (her plush duck) to ride in here and get stinky!"
Oh well. Our van should be back in fighting shape on Monday. Until then, we'll cruise through town in our smokemobile.
posted by Leighton @ My Best Investments at
10:12 AM
1 Comments:
I'm sorry about your invisible to the human eye vehichles. That is so sad. Everyone can see my shiny gold Sienna. They only hit it when it's moving. I think they're jealous of the bling aspect. It is GOLD. Did I mention that? Oh yes.
Also, I think the line about sending 5 guys out to smoke in the car is stinking hilarious... because it's true. I'm pretty sure they do that as a matter of course.
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