Plausible denial (And Other Approaches To Life)

I got into a fender-bender last Thursday (I was making a COMPLETELY LEGAL, COMPLETELY SIGNAL-FILLED left-hand turn into the parking lot of my credit union and this guy with a battering ram on the front of his Jeep plows into my back bumper) and have had to deal with various insurance agencies over the weekend and at the beginning of the week. The accident was clearly and admittedly the other guy's fault (which he even told me at the scene; I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to do that, but hey, culpability is culpability) so his insurance agency is supposed to take care of it. They left me a message on my home machine on Monday and asked me to call them -- presumably to do whatever it is you do in situations like this -- but only left half a phone number. I just called my own insurance guy to let him know that, yeah, his people got in touch with my people, but his people communicate in Apache code or something.

He said he'd "Make some calls and take care of it." -- In this channeling-Tony-Soprano-but-with-just-as-disappointing-an-ending kind of voice.

Now, when I hear that? I think: Awesome. Because whenever anyone makes "some calls" in the interest of "taking care of it", I think cement shoes and Jeep-Jeep Sleeps With The Fishes. But that's the fantasist in me. I kind of just want my bumper fixed.

( That movie meme going 'round )

They want me to give up some of my vacation time at the end of this month.

I cannot wait for this week to be over.