Grrrrr.

Quick background. When I was on my late July - August road trip to attend my Uncles funeral, I hit a curb with my car.  A big chunk of curb was broken and was kicked out into the road. I hit it late a night, on a dark road, after 3 12+ hour days on the road.  I was less than half a mile from my hotel.  The car was drivable, but the steering wheel was slightly out of alignment.  Wheel alignment was straight and there was no tire wear after 2500 miles to get back home.  I had a similar situation during a long 4x4 trip decades ago. I hit a wash out and bent an idler arm in the steering system.  Then had to drive nearly 1000 miles home.  When I got home last month I dropped it off at the dealership to get the alignment corrected and any related repairs done.  They have had it for more than month at this point. 

My insurance adjuster is a dumb ass.  Truly inept.  Insurance will not pay for brand new parts, the the dealership will not buy LKQ (Like Kind & Quality) parts. It is a 6yo vehicle.  So I am buying the parts and taking them to the dealership repair department.  Insurance has already paid me though the way under priced the parts.  I have already jerked a knot in the adjuster's tail for that.  That I have to buy the parts is not the issue. I get it. I was a licensed All Lines Insurance Adjuster for 20 years before I surrendered my license while we were overseas.

The current  problem is that the insurance adjuster quoted the wrong parts.  It has taken half a dozen phone calls over a couple of weeks to even get close to getting the parts ordered. That is still an unfolding adventure.  This adjuster is lazy, unprofessional, and is proving themselves to be a flipping idiot.  I am qualified to make that judgement because I was a licensed adjuster, worked in multiple states doing catastrophe work for various insurance companies.  My automotive experinece is limited, but.... the discomfort that this lazy POS had when I blasted him with the language of the profession when he started bullshitting me was classic. I was not mean to him, I just let him know that he was full of shit and needed to do his damned job.

Which... he can't do, so I am having to do it for him.

Lovely shit.

Let me tell ya.

I am regretting letting my all lines license expire. Having an active license would make dealing with the insurance company, the dealership, and the parts supplier much easier.