Comatose
Not much to say today. I should have something to write about tomorrow, though. Supposedly -- allegedly -- a State Farm adjuster is coming out tomorrow to look at our roof. It has been two weeks since I filed the claim and I am quickly failing to see the benefit of having an agent in town.
Actually my State Farm agent doesn't even know who I am, but he definitely wanted my vote two years ago when he ran for state representative.
That was a funny day. He (his name is Paul Gazelka; what's the point in hiding his identity?) rang the door bell one Saturday afternoon and I thought he dropped in to see how things were going, one of those "I really appreciate your business and was wondering if there's anything I can do for you, Sam?" kind of visits.
For 2.12 seconds, I was very impressed.
Then he opened his mouth.
He handed me a campaign flyer and asked me for my vote in November. I told him that I was a client of his and he did one of those fake, "Oh, of course you are! I can be so absent-minded some times. Just one of those days, I guess."
I was going to ask him "What's my name?" just to see him squirm, but I decided not to be overly mean about it (after all, he was having 'one of those days.') But I am thinking to myself, Dude, you must think I'm a real putz, don't you?
Maybe I shouldn't have blamed Mr. Gazelka for trying to pull my leg. I suppose I do look kind of stupid. I mean, I do have that overshot jaw, caveman-esque, "Sling Blade" look. He probably thought he buttered me up good and had one vote in the oven.
But you have probably already figured out that I did not vote for one Paul Gazelka that year. In fact, I nearly switched insurance companies because of that little mishap.
That brings us to tomorrow. Is it unreasonable to expect an adjuster to inspect my roof sooner than two weeks after a claim is filed? If there had been a hurricane in the area in the past week, I could understand, but the weather isn't right for hurricanes. I am not overly impressed at State Farm's lack of urgency in this matter.
It is getting late. I hope I can sleep tonight. I fell asleep last night on the couch at 8 p.m., woke up at 6:30 a.m. for a few minutes, then fell asleep again until late morning (I am embarrassed to tell you exactly how late I slept). But I had been running on four (or less) hours of sleep for the past two nights, trying to get back on a day time schedule and the ol' body simply said, "It is comatose time. Don't try to fight it." So I obeyed.
I read that Obama interviewed Hillary for the Secretary of State job. Holy Moses!! Remember when they used to call Margaret Thatcher the "Iron Maiden"? Hillary makes Thatcher seem like a warm, fuzzy kitten.
What fun it would be to see Hillary become a member of the Barack Pack. Can you imagine?
And it's only going to get better, kids!
Actually my State Farm agent doesn't even know who I am, but he definitely wanted my vote two years ago when he ran for state representative.
That was a funny day. He (his name is Paul Gazelka; what's the point in hiding his identity?) rang the door bell one Saturday afternoon and I thought he dropped in to see how things were going, one of those "I really appreciate your business and was wondering if there's anything I can do for you, Sam?" kind of visits.
For 2.12 seconds, I was very impressed.
Then he opened his mouth.
He handed me a campaign flyer and asked me for my vote in November. I told him that I was a client of his and he did one of those fake, "Oh, of course you are! I can be so absent-minded some times. Just one of those days, I guess."
I was going to ask him "What's my name?" just to see him squirm, but I decided not to be overly mean about it (after all, he was having 'one of those days.') But I am thinking to myself, Dude, you must think I'm a real putz, don't you?
Maybe I shouldn't have blamed Mr. Gazelka for trying to pull my leg. I suppose I do look kind of stupid. I mean, I do have that overshot jaw, caveman-esque, "Sling Blade" look. He probably thought he buttered me up good and had one vote in the oven.
But you have probably already figured out that I did not vote for one Paul Gazelka that year. In fact, I nearly switched insurance companies because of that little mishap.
That brings us to tomorrow. Is it unreasonable to expect an adjuster to inspect my roof sooner than two weeks after a claim is filed? If there had been a hurricane in the area in the past week, I could understand, but the weather isn't right for hurricanes. I am not overly impressed at State Farm's lack of urgency in this matter.
It is getting late. I hope I can sleep tonight. I fell asleep last night on the couch at 8 p.m., woke up at 6:30 a.m. for a few minutes, then fell asleep again until late morning (I am embarrassed to tell you exactly how late I slept). But I had been running on four (or less) hours of sleep for the past two nights, trying to get back on a day time schedule and the ol' body simply said, "It is comatose time. Don't try to fight it." So I obeyed.
I read that Obama interviewed Hillary for the Secretary of State job. Holy Moses!! Remember when they used to call Margaret Thatcher the "Iron Maiden"? Hillary makes Thatcher seem like a warm, fuzzy kitten.
What fun it would be to see Hillary become a member of the Barack Pack. Can you imagine?
And it's only going to get better, kids!
