My Rant for Today
Okay, my first thought was to write this big long post how glad I am that Valentine's Day 2004 has come and gone. Or I could write about how I'm already dreading the fact that Valentine's Day 2005 is only 363 days away.
But then I remembered "Frank's Blogger Guarantee."
Since I don't really want to be kicked in the shins any time soon, I'll refrain from any rants about February 14th.
Instead, I'll rant about my car.
It got stolen the other day. It wasn't much (a dark red 1997 Mercury Cougar) but it was mine. And it was fully paid for.
And it was stolen.
And I didn't have any insurance since I was putting all my spare cash towards this upcoming documentary that I want to make this spring.
I was pissed. And I felt like crying. All at the same time.
I guess you could say that half the voices in my head wanted to beat the living crap out of someone. The rest just wanted to lay down and cry.
I did a lot of both for a good day or so. Punching walls. Throwing things. Crying. (All while no one else was around, of course). Worrying about how I was going to get to work and do all of the things that I needed to do. (That one I did no matter who was around).
Not a really great time in my life.
And then I got a phone call.
The Detroit Police Department recovered my car.
Damaged.
Impounded.
But recovered, none the less.
To all the cops out there, thank you. You guys saved my ass that day.
The bill for getting my car out of impound and doing enough repairs for it to be operational again is a little over $1,200. There's some body work that will likely tack another $1,500 or so onto the bill. However, that can wait.
It's still a lot cheaper than buying a new car.
Oh, and all that money that I "saved" by not getting full-coverage on my auto insurance...
Gone.
I'm a licensed insurance agent. I should have known better. (Yeah, I only sell life & health, but I still should have known better).
Some day, I'll look back on all of this and laugh.
Or cry.
Or better yet -- you use it as an example in one of my sales presentations.
But then I remembered "Frank's Blogger Guarantee."
Since I don't really want to be kicked in the shins any time soon, I'll refrain from any rants about February 14th.
Instead, I'll rant about my car.
It got stolen the other day. It wasn't much (a dark red 1997 Mercury Cougar) but it was mine. And it was fully paid for.
And it was stolen.
And I didn't have any insurance since I was putting all my spare cash towards this upcoming documentary that I want to make this spring.
I was pissed. And I felt like crying. All at the same time.
I guess you could say that half the voices in my head wanted to beat the living crap out of someone. The rest just wanted to lay down and cry.
I did a lot of both for a good day or so. Punching walls. Throwing things. Crying. (All while no one else was around, of course). Worrying about how I was going to get to work and do all of the things that I needed to do. (That one I did no matter who was around).
Not a really great time in my life.
And then I got a phone call.
The Detroit Police Department recovered my car.
Damaged.
Impounded.
But recovered, none the less.
To all the cops out there, thank you. You guys saved my ass that day.
The bill for getting my car out of impound and doing enough repairs for it to be operational again is a little over $1,200. There's some body work that will likely tack another $1,500 or so onto the bill. However, that can wait.
It's still a lot cheaper than buying a new car.
Oh, and all that money that I "saved" by not getting full-coverage on my auto insurance...
Gone.
I'm a licensed insurance agent. I should have known better. (Yeah, I only sell life & health, but I still should have known better).
Some day, I'll look back on all of this and laugh.
Or cry.
Or better yet -- you use it as an example in one of my sales presentations.
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