See the handy-dandy weather chart above? I'm no meteorologist, but see how the greenish curve that begins at 30k feet and falls towards earth represents hail? My car was right under that green blob. Not under the dark and light blue patches, which take up the biggest amount of space on the graph. Somewhere there's a low pressure zone over my head this morning.
It's September 21st, do you know where your car is? If it's parked at my address, it's being bombarded with a hail storm so intense that it sprung me out of bed at 1:30am, just as I was drifting off to sleep. I realize with live in a volatile climate, as has been proven especially during this summer's rash of severe weather, but hail? Now? Jesus. So, I filed a claim, which I'm sure they'll find a reason to refute.
'Sorry, sir, we cover damage from softball, baseball, and bocce ball-sized hail, but golf ball? Well, we here at Progressive aren't much into golf. It bores us.'
Next place I rent will have a garage. I don't care if it doesn't have a bathroom, sink, or is haunted and smells funny. I'll sleep in the garage if I have to.
The damage is confined to the entire surface area of the car. I love my apartment, but I'll be sweet Goddamned if I ever have street parking, again.
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