Thread:OylerD/@comment-26424426-20151018001735/@comment-25989346-20151018023658

So, anyway, Marci (we'll call her Marci, mostly because her name is Marci) is very apologetic, but convinced the light was still yellow for her and would I mind awfully taking care of this without involving the insurance companies, because she's just reported that her daughter's clarinet had been stollen and she doesn't want her rates to go up. I point out that she ran a red light, but that I'm a reasonable guy and I'll consider it. She goes on to tell me about her daughter with cerebral palsy and how she's on her way to the hospital, blah, blah, blah. I tell her I have my own problems, blah, blah, blah. We exchange contact information and since nobody is hurt, go on our way. After my appointment, I pick up my wife from work and call my insurance company. My agent tells me stories about other well meaning people who try to "help the other party out" and wind up having to chase them down for payments with excuse after excuse why they can't pay the bill. I decided then and there, I'm letting the insurance companies work it out. The next morning, I'm getting prepared to have my tooth extracted when Marci calls to ask if I have estimates and to let me know their Pomeranian had died and she hadn't told the kids and this may have been why she was distracted when she hit me. In the meantime, I'm telling her I'm about to undergo dental surgery in a few minutes and I don't have time to discuss it. At this point, the dental technician is taking my blood pressure and it's 178/84! Two valiums and a half hour later, the dental surgeon is still seeing my blood pressure way up there, so I get another blue pill. Half an hour later I'm huffing nitrous and declared fit for extraction. Twist, twist, yank and the offending tooth is gone. To be continued...🐨