We pay you. Something happens. You pay us. Don’t you think that’s how it should work?
Two days later I’m still wrestling with the home owner’s insurance company (who, for the moment shall remain nameless). A clear answer to a simple question is all I want. Is that really too much to ask? A human who can actually tell me what I need to know. Do those even exist anymore? If I had a dollar for every time I heard, "That’s not handled in my department. I’ll submit a request and someone will call you back within 24-28 hours," I could have already paid to have the darn tree removed.
Thanks to all of my lovely clients for being so patient with me while my blood pressure rises to unhealthy levels as I try to resolve this nasty tree situation. For now, I’m sticking with chocolate therapy, but there may be something a little stronger in my very near future.