My insurance company reads off of a 3X5 card.

   We recently had a fairly severe snowstorm and due to a staunch work ethic decided to go in anyway. I made it just about 200 meters before sliding off the road and ending up with the vehicle on it’s side. I called my insurance company to arrange for a wrecker to recover my car and after thirty three minutes (I timed them) of ” press one for english’, “if your not sure of your extension” and “sorry, our automated response system was unable to recognize the option you requested….” I finally connected with an actual human, who’s very first response to my request was.”are you safe?”

  Am I safe? as in “not in danger”!? Had I been so inclined to stay on the line for a half an hour wading through a seemingly endless menu of automated options while still in danger of bodily harm, which is how I interpreted her question (maybe it’s my uncanny grasp of the obvious), I can think of at least 100 other organizations/people I would notify prior to her. Even Bobo, the assclown would have been a better choice if he were in the vicinity and readily available. They were in VA and I in KY.

  Maybe they’re hip to some ultra secret 911 number that would have scrambled the National Guard. Giving Darla (sorry dear) the benefit of the doubt, I asked her exactly what it was she was prepared to do for me had I actually been “in danger”. She had no answer. Maybe they should put it on her 3×5 card.