I'm in the market for a new car; I'll probably be buying one within the next thirty days. Since I've had rental insurance from State Farm for more than a quarter of a freaking century, I thought I'd give them a call to let them know and get a quote because, you know, this bundling thing and discounts I've been beaten over the head with hearing about Like Forever.
I left a message with my local State Farm agent, whose name I will not mention- THIS time. I'll try to call again on Monday. If I can't get someone on the phone or get a voicemail answered, I'll have to assume that Jake is just too busy blowing smoke up Pat Mahomes' ass* to bother with little old Loyal Customer Me. And I'll have to publicize the name of my asleep-at-the-wheel agent as the reason I called that idiot with the Emu to ask about coverage. For both my apartment AND my new car, because I'm pretty sure those guys are into bundling too.
P.S. not one viewer in 100 remembers that Fumblerino skit from the 1990s, and that one didn't want to be reminded.
*which, to be fair, is probably still pretty sore after being slammed to the turf every few seconds during that big football game some weeks back.
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