On Fri, 02 Apr 2010 17:29:47 -0500, the infamous Wes
scrawled the following:

Larry Jaques wrote:

When I wrenched for a body shop, their nickname for State Farm was
"Snake Farm". I understood that they slithered out from under
payments to the insured whenever they could and used underhanded
techniques to force them to settle for less. A few people fought back
and easily won. I've avoided Snake Farm since then.

I've had claims on auto's with State Farm. One, I was intentionally hit during the
prelude to a divorce. Jackass creamed the side of my truck when he decided to joust as I
was just trying to go away. What a fing whackjob, he followed me to the cop shop. Of
course the now ex got instant amnesia when we met the cops. Sorry about the rant there.

Hah, that's a hoot! Thanks for sharing it. Did you see the video on
YouTube where the idiot pees in his ex-wife's gas tank? The entire
episode was caught on film. Man, why can't people just let go?


Many years later, I collided with a wild turkey, I tried to stop, she tried to fly, those
plastic fenders on a Saturn will break.

Wild Turkey and I crossed horns many a time, but I was smart enough
never to drive when I was drinking that. Ditto the Lemonhart 151
Demerara rum, but I was a drunk passenger when we got hit. My neck has
never been the same. With the seatbelt on, my head bowed up the roof,
my nose cracked the windshield, and my chin crushed the dashboard.


State Farm covered both just fine.

Oh, I forgot both my Escort and my Ranger each recieved at least one windshield without
issues.

You were lucky, I guess. shrug

--
It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent,
but the one most responsive to change.
-- Charles Darwin