About 10 days ago, Simon Bennett (my well-belovéd MINI) developed a small crack in his windshield – a crack that spread alarmingly fast so that now it stretches horizontally almost all the way across the glass. Today I took a deep breath and called my insurance company, expecting to have to shell out a fistful of cash and take my car in to a shop where I’d have to wait for hours, trying unsuccessfully to get comfortable in one of those sagging-but-somehow-still-hard chairs and tune out the intellectual vortex that is daytime TV.
However:
It turns out that in Massachusetts, there’s no windshield replacement deductible. Moreover, the auto glass people come to your home or work and fix your windshield while you do things that you want to do – there’s no uncomfortable chair or daytime TV noise, unless you will it so.
I was absolutely incredulous at first, thinking in wide-eyed bedazzled wonder about my glorious insurance company, until a friend told me that that’s just how it is in Massachusetts. Nobody has to pay a windshield replacement deductible, and everybody receives this same at-home or at-work service. So now instead of wondering at my glorious insurance company I’m wondering at this glorious commonwealth.
Yet another potentially unpleasant situation has turned out remarkably well. This seems to be happening a lot lately.
I like it.