RUN, IT'S CRABBALOR

Okay: I rarely get angry. Very, very rarely.

I am close to being super ultra mambo tango pissed off.

This is the THIRD day in a row that I have been instructed to be home to facilitate an appraisal of the damage to my car. The first day, I was told to expect a call to set up an appointment. No call. Second day, after continuing to not get a call, I inquired. Somebody tracked him down and he set an appointment for today, at 10 AM.

It's now 4:30 PM. No guy. No call.

I am now officially more mad at these guys than I am at George Lucas for wasting my time.

If I don't hear from him tomorrow, I am going affix (with duct tape) to my car's broken pop-up 1) a flashlight and 2) a little flag that says "LEGAL."