The adjuster, you know...the FARMERS INSURANCE adjuster who came out yesterday morning to assess the storm damage to my roof from the December 12, ice storm? The first adjuster failed to acknowledge said roof damage, while agreeing only to pay for damage INSIDE the sieve-like leaking roof...cutting me a whimperingly disgusting $432.00 check, and wishing me a good day.
Really? Hmm, I thought this was a catastrophic event, even that moron in the White house agreed. Catastrophic event. Send aid. Oklahoma. Next?
While I knew ahead of time my coverage never under any circumstances included mold and or fungi, apparently Mr. Adjuster guy was having a human feeling day today.
Because at 9:00 this morning Mr. Adjuster guy returned to my property to meet Mr. Roofer guy. There were loud thumping noises as if Santa and all eight ten twelve a lot of his reindeer were traipsing about, followed my a giant THUD, then expletives, silence, and eventually a knock on my front door.
Where Mr. Adjuster guy, looking disheveled and out of sorts, announced he was working up an estimate in his car and would be just a moment longer if I could wait.
An estimate? Wait? Lets see, I've been waiting three months almost, I guess I can make it another ten minutes for another crappy $400.00 check.
This is where I get all menopausal and shit.
I waited, then decided my meeting was a little more important than another crappy check. So I grabbed my fake Louis (it's such a good knock off I have to treat it like it's real...shame really) and headed to the car, at which point Mr. Adjuster guy comes limping my direction from his car.
"Ms. Snuffaluffagus Apostolopoulos I'm almost finished, I'm printing your check right now." He grimaced.
"Well", I lied "I have a very important business meeting I need to be at. Can you mail me the crappy check?"
"No I really can't due to the size of the check, if you can wait I'm almost done."
OK, here comes the menopausal shit. I literally had to come back in the house to keep from doing the cry-scream thing. sizE? siZE?! SIZE?!!!
Not only are they paying to replace the roof, they are paying to have the DAMAGE from the water repaired in the kitchen. i.e. they can't cover the mold, but they can cover the damage from the water which resulted in mold...go figure.
All I know is were half way there.
Now all I have to do is convince them that - "Why yes Ms. Snuffaluffagus, we'd love to replace all your damaged property as the result of the leaking roof we are replacing...just LOVE to"
I'm not greedy.
I'm just right.
...and grateful OK? I'm grateful too. Damn Humility.
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