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The Frenetic Alphabet

, , , , | Right | September 10, 2025

I’m on the phone with my insurance company, as I have some new items to get insured. They have serial numbers. It’s important to note that I A.) am dyslexic, B.) struggle with the phonetic alphabet, and C.) have a good working relationship with my insurance agent, even if I do make her life harder sometimes.

Insurance Agent: “Serial number, please?”

Me: “Of course! That’s S as in… uh… my last name, 1-2-3—wait, d***it, 3-2-1…”

Insurance Agent: *Helpfully.* “Excellent, so far I have S as in Sierra, 3, 2, 1. What next?”

Me: “P as in…uh…ummm… one second…”

Insurance Agent: *Helpfully.* “B as in Bravo?”

Me: *Not thinking.* “No, P as in pterodactyl.”

Insurance Agent: “…”

Me: *Realizing.* “Wait… THAT’S what I came up with?”

Insurance Agent: *Now wheezing with laughter.* “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all year! P as in Papa, or “pterodactyl” if you’re [My Name]. Next?”

Me: *Rattles off a few more numbers, getting them right.* “And then an X for… for… oh for the love of Pete, what starts with X? X marks the spot?”

Insurance Agent: “I’ll take it, X as in X-ray. Then what?”

Me: “F as in fu—NO I CAN’T SAY THAT!”

Insurance Agent: *Laughing.*

Me: *Panicking.* “F as in Fudge! D as in di—D***IT! DISNEYWORLD! I DON’T KNOW! S AS IN SH—okay, I give up, can I just email you a picture?”

Insurance Agent: *After a few moments to compose herself.* “That… might be easier for you, yes. Although this has been the best insurance update ever, I think!”

Me: “Well, thank you for not dropping me as a customer. I’ll make sure to print out the phonics alphabet next time. Or just stop buying stuff. One of the two.”

A Very Pronounced Medical History

, , , | Healthy | August 25, 2025

I am the author of this story. I recently had to revisit it when I changed my motoring insurance provider.

Dysarthria is difficulty in speaking caused by paralysis of any of the vocal chords, tongue, palate, etc. I was discussing my medical history with an insurance agent.

Agent: “I see you were admitted to hospital for a stroke. When was this?”

Me: “[Date].”

Agent: “What were the effects?

Me: “Dysarthria.”

Agent: “When were you discharged?

Me: “When I could pronounce it.”

Not Much Assurance About The Insurance, Part 23

, , , , | Working | July 31, 2025

I’d had enough of my insurance company. Despite never filing a claim, my premiums kept going up. The one time I did try to file a claim, to replace a cracked windshield, I found out my glass deductible was actually more than the replacement itself. I told three different reps I wasn’t going to file it, but they still kept calling me back with, “Well, we see you started this claim…”

The final straw came when my renters’ insurance renewal came in,  and it was $80 more than last year, with no explanation. So, I call their support line:

Rep: “Thank you for calling [Insurance]. How can I help you?”

Me: “I’m calling because my renters’ insurance has gone up, and I’m not seeing anything indicating why. It’s been the same price the last three years, and I never got any notice that it was going to change.”

Rep: *Typing and clicking for a few minutes.* “Okay, so it looks like the cost of the services themselves went up.”

Me: “Okay… but where does it say that?”

Rep: “Well… it doesn’t exactly. You can tell what’s different if you pull up last year’s policy and then pull up this year’s and compare them.”

Me: *Trying not to roll my eyes.* “Um… okay, but isn’t that a little… confusing?”

Rep: “Well, it’s just the cost of doing business. It also looks like we don’t have a good insurance score for you because you have no credit.”

If we’d been in person, she would have seen the complete “WTF” look on my face.

Me: “Uh… I have plenty of credit. I think it’s slightly above average too.”

Rep: “Well, we don’t seem to have any record of it. If you get that added, then that might help lower your policy as well.”

Me: “Okay. Thank you.”

Rep: “You’re welcome. Was there anything else I can assist you with today?”

Me: “No, thank you. Have a great day.”

Rep: “You as well.”

I ended the call, called my dad, and got a referral to his insurance company. Within a day, I switched over. The new premiums were slightly higher, but the coverage was much better, and the few times I’ve called since, customer service has been flawless.

The funniest part? When I called to cancel with my original insurer, the rep said:

Cancel Rep: “Okay, so you’re leaving because you found a better deal with a different company. Do you want us to send you an email in six months to remind you to see about a new quote from us?”

I just laughed and said no, and then burst out laughing even harder as soon as that call ended.

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Not Much Assurance About The Insurance, Part 22

Not Much Assurance About The Insurance, Part 21
Not Much Assurance About The Insurance, Part 20
Not Much Assurance About The Insurance, Part 19
Not Much Assurance About The Insurance, Part 18

Insecure And Antisocial, Part 2

, , , , | Right | July 28, 2025

I get a caller on my line, one of the few who were just absolutely angry right off the bat. I work in commercial insurance, but not in claims, but people don’t usually pay attention to phone tree options and just button-mash until they get to a person. Bear in mind, I usually don’t get these calls at all in my department, and I’m not sure how he got to me through the system, but I’m professional anyway.

I give them my usual greeting.

Me: “Insurance Company Underwriting, [My Name] speaking.”

Caller: “Okay, I need you to tell these idiots that I have insurance with you so they will take my appointment!”

Me: “Okay, that’s usually claims who handles that—”

Caller: “—NO! I tried them, and they’re all useless! They don’t pick up the phone! They can’t help me!”

I sigh a little and figure maybe I can get this guy off my back if I give these people his policy number and direct them to the right place.

Me: “Okay, do you know the policy number?”

Caller: “No! You’re supposed to know that.”

Me: *Holding in a sigh.* “Okay, can I have your name?”

Caller: “[Caller’s Name] and my social security number is [Number].”

I pause at how dumb it is to just blurt out your social to a random person on the phone, but I try to move forward and not dwell.

Me: “All right, and what company do you work for?”

Caller: “[Company Name].”

I ran a check, but I can’t find that company in the system.

Me: “Okay, I’m not coming up with a policy under that name. Do you know if they have a parent company?”

Caller: “No! Look, I gave you my social, now help me!”

Me: “We don’t keep Social Security numbers on policies. Claims might, but I’m in underwriting and I don’t have access to the systems in Claims.”

Caller: “My social is the policy number!”

Me: “…Our policy numbers don’t follow that format.”

Caller: “Why are you jerking me around?! Put my social security number in your little machine and find my information, now!

I take a breath and decide how to respond. I can hang up, and I’m tempted to, but instead I grit my teeth and soldier on.

Me: “Okay… fine, but—”

Caller: “—No buts! You’ve all been like this! Every time! Now you type in my social security number and stop wasting my time!”

Me: “Listen, we don’t use social—”

Caller: “They told me all I had to do was give you my social! Now do it!”

Me: “I don’t know who ‘they’ are, but—”

Caller: “Do it now, at least try! Prove that you’re not incompetent!”

Okay, so we’re at that point. Fine.

Me: “All right, go ahead. What’s the number?”

I type the number in and nothing comes up, predictably, because we don’t use SSNs for policy numbers. Nobody does. It’s a serious security risk to do so.

Me: “Nothing has come up. As I said would happen. As this is underwriting. We do not handle the same information that Claims does. NOW, what I can do if you’ll allow me to ask a few questions, is figure out what policy you are covered under, give you that information, and then connect you to someone in claims who can take that information and help you. Will that work?”

Caller: “Okay, yes.”

I proceed to ask a few questions to figure out what employer he’s covered under, but not much is coming up. Finally, I do get a hit on a search, and with a little checking, I think I can help him.

Me: “All right, thank you for bearing with me. I believe I have something here. And what I will do is call down to claims, give them the information, tell them your situation so you don’t have to explain it again, and then get you off and running. All right?”

Caller: “Okay, yes. Thank you.”

Me: “All right. I’m just going to put you on a brief hold while I call down, explain, then connect you over.”

Caller: “Okay.”

Me: “Okay.”

I place him on hold, I dial the claims line, getting ready to give them the notepad of info I’ve taken, and the second claims picks up, HE HANGS UP!

I wasted half an hour on this guy.

I apologized to the claims rep, threw my note away, and let that idiot start again from scratch. No wonder no one could help him. He won’t let it happen!

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Insecure And Antisocial

Still The American Healthcare System, Everybody!

, , , , , , | Healthy | July 24, 2025

Different insurance companies have different sets of bureaucracy a patient has to wade through, with HMO plans being the worst. One such patient has taken his first step into this quagmire.

Me: “Hi, this is [My Name] for [This Dental Office], placing a phone call to Mr. [Patient]. You asked if you could become a patient at [This Dental Office], using your HMO insurance. To accomplish this, please—”

As I speak, the phone makes the indicator noises to let me know that someone else is calling simultaneously. I have learned that the person on the other end of the call hears these noises. I do not know why this is considered a desirable feature.

Me: “—Sorry, the phone made a weird noise. To accomplish this, please contact your insurance company and take the following steps to deal with their bureaucracy.”

I provide the explanation.

Me: “After this, we can schedule you for your very first appointment. Thanks!”

Now to check the voicemail.

Voicemail: “Hi, it’s Mr. [Patient]. I didn’t listen to your message. I’ll see you at my appointment tomorrow. Bye.”

Oh, for crying out loud.

Me: “Hi, Mr. Patient, this is [My Name], the receptionist for [This Dental Office]. I just wanted to inform you that you should not come tomorrow as you do not and have never had an appointment with—”

Patient: “I’m sorry, I’m at a shop. Could you please send me an email instead? My address is [email address].”

Me: *Via email.* “Dear Mr. Patient, this is [My Name], the receptionist for [This Dental Office]. You asked if you could become a patient at [This Dental Office], using your HMO insurance. To accomplish this, please contact your insurance company and take the following steps to deal with their bureaucracy: [Explanation]. After this, we can schedule you for your very first appointment. You DO NOT have an appointment tomorrow. If you would like to make one, please re-read this e-mail. Thanks!”

The phone rings.

Patient: “Hi, this is Mr. [Patient], I’m coming to my appointment tomorrow.”

Me: “I see. You asked me to send an e-mail; did you receive it?”

Patient: “Yes.”

Me: “Did you read it?”

Patient: “No.”

I wait as he reads the e-mail aloud. I know from the insurance’s bureaucracy that English is not his first language, and I also know that he is somewhat advanced in age, but I’m starting to think that he copes with this by annoying other people into doing what he says.

Patient: “I am a very old man. I don’t understand what’s going on.”

I won’t bore you with the details of the insurance’s bureaucracy that he has to wade through. Suffice it to say that, per bureaucracy rules, he must take matters into his own hands before we can see him.

Patient: “Thank you, I’ll make those changes.”

Me: “You’re welcome. Have a great day.”

The phone rings.

Caller: “Hi there, it’s Mr. [Patient]’s insurance company. I work for the bureaucracy he’s trying to make his way through, but I still need you to tell me what’s going on. Can you help me?”

That was about the time our phone mysteriously started going straight to voicemail.

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The American Healthcare System, Everybody!