Amazon. It is still .99 until January 12th. Keep on
downloading! My daughter’s car (which I technically own) was parked
harmlessly about a month ago when someone backed into it. The body shop
has just found time to work on it and I took it in this afternoon. As part
of the arrangement, I was to be provided a rental car. When I was taken
out to check it over for damage before taking possession I saw that I had been
given a Ford Fiesta. Now I certainly could stand to lose some weight but I
am not that big. When I sat down in the driver’s seat one of my shoulders
was hanging off the back of the chair. The seat was back all the way and
my knees were bent in front of me. I like to think of myself as someone
who is not picky but this just wasn’t going to work. I politely asked the
nice young lady if I could have something a little bigger. She said I
would need to talk to the insurance company to get a larger size. So I
called the insurance company. They said I had been approved for a
sub-compact car. I never knew what that term meant until today.
After explaining the situation at length they approved me for a full sized
car. I was promptly taken to the car lot for the rental company and given
a 2014 Chevy Silverado Extended Cab. Talk about a change! Now I was
sitting in a tank. The only thing missing was the gun turret. It was
too big to fit in my garage. The agent talked to me about the gas and how
much it needed to have when I returned it. Then she spoke to me about
optional insurance. It was a terrifying speech. She said that I was
responsible for any damage like someone opening a car door into it or someone
scratching it. That doesn’t sound so bad, right? Wrong. Then
she said a claim would be filed against my insurance and I would be charged for
the damage plus the number of days the truck was “Off the road.” I don’t
know what all that would add up to but it was a lot. I am a trained
salesman and I know a fear appeal speech when I hear it. This was one of
the scariest ones ever. The more she talked, the more I considered the
optional insurance. A knot was forming in my stomach. All I could
think of was hitting something with this huge truck. Why couldn’t I have
fit in the Fiesta? Then she told me the price. It was $20.00 a day
for as long as I had the truck. I’ve had repairs take as long as a month
before. Even if it’s only a couple of weeks, that’s $240 I would be paying
whether I damaged the truck or not. It’s half way to my deductible.
So there was a fight within me. If the scared side won I would pay for the
insurance. If the cheap side of me won I would not do the insurance and
roll the dice. I am no gambler and abhor taking risks but I declined the
coverage. The expense just didn’t seem justified. Now I have a huge
truck parked in front of my house I am scared to drive. What good is
that? It was either feel like that or pay the money and feel like a
sucker. So the days of terror begin. Maybe my wife will drive
it? She doesn’t worry about such things.