If I were an angry person, I would already be in prison. As it is, I’ve already pulled out all my hair because of these STUPID questions I can’t answer.
I just moved all my insurance. I just paid for all my insurance. Now, I get a million pages of questions about said insurance which must be answered a year ago:
Number of amps in electrical system – The only amps I’ve heard of are on an electric guitar.
Fuses: Yes or No – Yes, I have a fuse and it is getting shorter by the second.
Knob & Tube or Aluminum Wiring – I am not wired to give out this information even if I knew what the hell you are talking about.
Plumbing system condition – The toilets flush.
Open or closed foundation – My home sits on something; have no idea about the emotional state of my foundation.
Copy of burglar alarm permit – This one is so easy; in my city, you have to apply, and then they DON’T send you a copy. So you go online and request a copy. Which is impossible to obtain unless you are an accomplished hacker.
Aircraft on premises? – Yes, I live in a townhouse and I have a DC-10 in my garage. Doesn’t everyone?
I immediately phoned and emailed my insurance agent for help. HELP! Was tickled pink to receive the following message:
“Hi! This is your insurance agent!
I will be out of the office until the 12th of Never.
If you need to speak to someone, call your mother. Have a great day!”
Am sure there are many women who know all these answers. I’m not in your club.
Must make choice now: move insurance AGAIN or self-immolation. Leaning toward latter.