Paging "DeadWeight" To The White Courtesy Telephone
Let's talk about how our Mondays went, shall we? I spent a lot of the day on the phone with my former healthcare provider from 2014. As some of you will recall, back in January of that year I spent four days in the hospital before checking myself out and limping off back to work. Well, during each of those four days, some doctor I'd never met before walked in and said, "How are you feeling?" Every one of those four days, I said,
"Okay, I guess." Then the doctor left. No examination, no discussion. It was a different doctor every day. At the time, I didn't think much of the visits. Until, that is, I was billed a total of $672 plus $138 collections fee by those four doctors, about six months later. It turns out that these trauma doctors have a nice little scam going. Not only do the insurance companies not pay for these stop-and-chats, they also restrict the total amount that can be paid by one of their insured victims to $70 per stop-and-chat. So the doctors wait until the deadline to submit the bill is past, then they submit the bill. The insurer rejects the bill. It wasn't going to be paid anyway --- but if the bill is submitted on time then it can be "adjusted" by the insurer from $168 to 70.
So with the rejected bill as "evidence of debt", the doctors then take the patient to court for the money, because of course I'm gonna pay what amounts to less than a single car payment to keep my credit rating from diving into the Marianas Trench, right? It's a completely brilliant way to make a few thousand bucks every hour.
Except this time they picked the wrong fellow with whom to fuck. I'm gonna have my day in court about it and if I lose I'm going to put these folks "on blast", as they say, with as much publicity as I can obtain from all sources. This is precisely the type of windmill at which I was born to tilt.
So that was my Monday. Bark's Monday? It was different from mine.
He was in Las Vegas, working with the great people at Exotics Racing to prepare for this weekend's AER race at Watkins Glen. Of course he got his own race car in which to train. But check this out... out of consideration for Bark's well-known Ford fondness, the car they gave him was not a run-of-the-mill BMW or Audi or even Porsche. Are you ready?
THAT'S RIGHT. Surely this is a form of Ford fanboyism so blatant that our valued commenter DeadWeight will spontaneously combust upon seeing this picture. Speaking personally, I hope he does not combust; he goes a long way towards keeping TTAC honest. But if he does, we'll know why.
The "Brand F Prototype" wasn't the only car that Bark drove, but if you want to hear more you'll have to check out Jalopnik in the near future.