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Post by Armchair Warrior on Mar 26, 2019 2:43:32 GMT
Crazy Uncle, what state do you live in?
And yeah, your rental should be fully paid.
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Post by CrazyUncleDouglas on Mar 26, 2019 16:10:19 GMT
Yesterday I needed to get items out of my wrecked car. I call up the tow company and ask if I can get into the lot that's less than a mile from my office. "Sure!" the dispatch gal chimes, "but first I need you to come in and sign these release forms." Unfortunately for me, their dispatch office is 20 miles north of town. So I dutifully get into the rental car provided by my insurance, and drive north to sign, and then I'm told, "We'll send someone down to meet you there." To which the man sitting next to her says, "I'll go!"
I set off for the lot that, again, is a short walk from my office. I get to where the address for the lot is, and I'm informed by a mechanic nearby that the lot isn't there but in fact nearby, accessed from a different street altogether. Note: no one took the time to inform me where this lot was. Well I do find this lot, get out the car and wait for ... no one. Five, ten, fifteen minutes pass by.
And then some new kid drives up. The first guy's truck broke down and they sent him. I sigh, but bring my rental in the lot so I can transfer stuff. He goes off to secure the dog, then while I'm getting things this new kid informs me he's been dispatched to tow something for the police and could I lock up. Well of course I can, and so he's office. Just a couple minutes later some guy pulls in driving some '80's Camaro that's seen better days - like say, the 80's. He looks at me, locks up the gate and takes this car into a nearby garage.
Once I'm done, I go to the gate, and discover, yes it's been padlocked with a rather large padlock. I start to head to the garage and call out because, hey, I'm trapped in this tow lot when I discover that he also unsecured the guard dogs and oh hey -- they know I'm here. Quickly I get into my rental. Then I call up the dispatch and inform them, hey, I'm trapped here.
Well ten minutes later someone different finally meanders out of the adjacent garage. A woman calls the dogs to her and points to the gate as if to ask, "did you want out?" No, I just figured this was a great place to nap. Nice and secure from the nearby homeless who grace our lovely streets. Of course I says yes. The man unlocks the car and finally I'm free.
This took twice as long as it should have. I was not, understandably, happy.
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Post by CrazyUncleDouglas on Mar 26, 2019 16:10:35 GMT
Crazy Uncle, what state do you live in? And yeah, your rental should be fully paid. Utah.
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Post by pyr0maniacal on Mar 27, 2019 14:09:29 GMT
Yesterday I needed to get items out of my wrecked car. I call up the tow company and ask if I can get into the lot that's less than a mile from my office. "Sure!" the dispatch gal chimes, "but first I need you to come in and sign these release forms." Unfortunately for me, their dispatch office is 20 miles north of town. So I dutifully get into the rental car provided by my insurance, and drive north to sign, and then I'm told, "We'll send someone down to meet you there." To which the man sitting next to her says, "I'll go!" I set off for the lot that, again, is a short walk from my office. I get to where the address for the lot is, and I'm informed by a mechanic nearby that the lot isn't there but in fact nearby, accessed from a different street altogether. Note: no one took the time to inform me where this lot was. Well I do find this lot, get out the car and wait for ... no one. Five, ten, fifteen minutes pass by. And then some new kid drives up. The first guy's truck broke down and they sent him. I sigh, but bring my rental in the lot so I can transfer stuff. He goes off to secure the dog, then while I'm getting things this new kid informs me he's been dispatched to tow something for the police and could I lock up. Well of course I can, and so he's office. Just a couple minutes later some guy pulls in driving some '80's Camaro that's seen better days - like say, the 80's. He looks at me, locks up the gate and takes this car into a nearby garage. Once I'm done, I go to the gate, and discover, yes it's been padlocked with a rather large padlock. I start to head to the garage and call out because, hey, I'm trapped in this tow lot when I discover that he also unsecured the guard dogs and oh hey -- they know I'm here. Quickly I get into my rental. Then I call up the dispatch and inform them, hey, I'm trapped here. Well ten minutes later someone different finally meanders out of the adjacent garage. A woman calls the dogs to her and points to the gate as if to ask, "did you want out?" No, I just figured this was a great place to nap. Nice and secure from the nearby homeless who grace our lovely streets. Of course I says yes. The man unlocks the car and finally I'm free. This took twice as long as it should have. I was not, understandably, happy. You lead an exciting life, C.U.D.
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Post by CrazyUncleDouglas on Mar 27, 2019 18:58:06 GMT
You lead an exciting life, C.U.D. At least for the last week. It's been pretty sleepy until then. Little did I know that forces beyond my control have been bubbling beneath the surface.
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Post by Armchair Warrior on Mar 28, 2019 2:38:45 GMT
Uncle Doug, the story seems like it’s out of an Adam Sandler movie.
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Post by khador247 on Apr 1, 2019 15:09:04 GMT
Jeez Doug I'm glad that you and everyone else was ok. He was probably looking at his cell phone is my guess.
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Post by CrazyUncleDouglas on Apr 4, 2019 16:23:26 GMT
And the call is in. The car has been declared a total loss. This is not a surprise, really. Today's nice, lightweight fiberglass auto bodies are much less durable in a situation like mine, and so the damage is pretty bad. Fun fact, you can fold fiberglass but you can't unfold it! The downside of all this is of course insurance pays bottom dollar for our car which was in good working order, had fairly new tires, was paid off, and had no serious issues. We paid it off because we just got a mini-van. We can't afford more car payments.
Now, I'd be happy with a beater and just taking the train every day to work. After all, I find now when I'm stopped and I see some Utah driver closing in behind me, my sphincter clenches until I know they've stopped as well. It makes for a very stressful commute. I may have stated elsewhere that taking mass transit is not an option. My lovely wife needs me to be able to get home quickly if her illness is giving health problems or if there's an emergency.
Personally, I'd be happy with a beater. Preferably one from the early 80's where the cars were built from metal. If some stupid SUV or Truck rear ends that thing, they'd bounce off like a superball off an elementary school wall with minimal damage to the beater or, even if they do make a dent, it wouldn't make that car any uglier. The downside is, of course, those things have terrible miles per gallon. There's always trade offs. A durable car can survive more accidents, but a lighter car has better fuel economy.
My lovely wife is taking the loss of the car harder than I am. For her, it was the first brand-new car we bought. The mileage read "9" when we pulled it off the lot. Half the price was put as a downpayment -- a wedding gift from her grandfather. It was our first car we owned together. We drove it in Oregon where we had awesome plates, and in Utah where their license plates are boring. Our first car seats for the kids were in that car, and so on. And it's gone and that's hard for her.
Now the insurance process is slow. I suspect Dingus' insurance is dragging their feet, which is unsurprising considering that four cars were involved and Dingus is entirely at fault. For me, this is bothersome as I just want it over and done with. No such luck. Instead I have to wait and and hope this is resolved soon.
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Post by Havock on Apr 5, 2019 1:24:22 GMT
The folding aspect of modern cars is possibly also why you aren't hurt too much. Your car took all the force of the crash, had your car been more sturdy and deformed less, more of the force that wrecked your car would have transferred to you.
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Post by michael on Apr 6, 2019 1:33:46 GMT
Well, it only took me like 30 friggin' years to get around to it, but I finally beat Agent USA:
Now, did I ever actually beat Wings of Fury...? I think I did. Hmm.
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Post by Havock on Apr 6, 2019 14:47:56 GMT
Ah, Wings of Fury, I remember my topography teacher having it on his classroom PC, me having actually played the game on my grandfathers' C64's was the only one capable of landing on the deck instead of divebombing it, everyone else in my class was just derping around flying circles.
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Post by michael on Apr 6, 2019 17:24:14 GMT
Ah, Wings of Fury, I remember my topography teacher having it on his classroom PC, me having actually played the game on my grandfathers' C64's was the only one capable of landing on the deck instead of divebombing it, everyone else in my class was just derping around flying circles. I found an unlimited lives glitch on the Apple IIc version of the game. Never told anybody about it. It was great, except the only problem after that was playing through the remaining like 95 hours of the game to get to the end. I wish there was a save function... I also found a glitch on Zelda II that lets you start with a max level (or possibly greater) strength score. Never told anybody about that either. Fun fact: it only seems to work on the original hardware, because I couldn’t duplicate it on the NES Classic Mini.
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Post by Armchair Warrior on Apr 7, 2019 1:54:58 GMT
That is so Ready Player One, the book not the movie.
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Post by Havock on Apr 12, 2019 2:33:25 GMT
Huh, while Warmachine is likely going to be dead in my area -meaning I'll have to travel to get my games in, let alone tournaments-, something else seems to have risen form the dead.
Infinity.
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Post by PrincessSparklefist on Apr 12, 2019 14:20:16 GMT
Interesting. I’ve tried Infinity, and didn’t really care for it. I still have a bunch of models though. I played Nomads. Were you going to start getting deep into that game then?
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