I had planned a trip out to College Station, TX, to visit my son and his family around the first of the year. I bought the airline tickets before I broke my foot.  (One saves money if one purchases the tickets a month or more in advance.)  I’m all about saving the money!!   I also bought the tickets online — saving even more money. I did have the presence of mind to buy the “Travel Insurance”.  The carrier that was offered to me was through “Access America”. I think it cost about $35 for the travel insurance. The airfare was around $300. Not too bad.

I called them to file a claim a couple of weeks before my trip was to begin.  They answered the phone promptly and then e-mailed me the claim forms. I had to fill out three pages and the doctor had to fill out two pages.  My doctor charges fifteen bucks to fill out any paperwork.  I don’t blame him, insurance companies are not reimbursing like they used to.  I faxed the paperwork to Access America (including a copy of my “Travel Documents”).  I haven’t heard back from them yet.  Hopefully, I will get reimbursed for the cost of my airfare because I broke my foot and was unable to travel.  So, we’ll see.

An amusing anecdote here is that (before I broke my foot), my boyfriend had also purchased airline tickets for us to go to Vegas.  He was so excited for us to go!!!  I genuinely felt badly when I made him go there without me. (A hooker accosted him when he was out there –but, that’s another post.)  I did not feel guilty that he didn’t get reimbursed for my non-used airline tickets.  Because when he purchased the tickets I had suggested to him that it might be a good idea for him to spring for the insurance.  He decided not to buy the “Travel Insurance”,  and I just shook my head in wonder.  I didn’t really care because I wasn’t paying for the tickets. (That’s the kind of bitchy girlfriend I am!!)


  1. Date Girl Says:

    I would really love to hear this hooker story!

  2. Meghan Says:

    The “hooker story” isn’t as exciting as you would imagine. My boyfriend, Harris, had been winning heavily at the craps tables at Ceasar’s Palace. Now Harris is a total nerd. He looks like a nerd, acts like a nerd (and sometimes a jerk!) and would def be someone a hooker would hit on. He was sitting out a few and was checking his e-mail on his nerdy I-phone. He was wearing a Ceasar’s palace shirt & cap (pu-leeze). The hooker came up to him (she was a black woman) and asked if he wanted them to “go up to his room”. He said he didn’t know WHAT to say and was afraid of hurting her feelings. He stammered out something that sounded like a “No”. And, she walked off, talking to her pimp on her cell phone.

    I was annoyed with him for not just saying “No” right away. And, then annoyed that he felt badly when he said, “No” (or whatever he really said). And then, REALLY annoyed because he had to re-hash this story at least five or six times with me. Each time, sort of explaining (to me or to himself) why he had to say “No”.

    Now, the thing is that I usually have to beg him myself to have sex (yeah, not kidding — that’s what happens when you get old)! I’m the partner with the high libido — lucky me. He doesn’t mind not giving me sex — so, he certainly shouldn’t have to justify his actions to the hooker. And, it’s not like I would appreciate him having sex with a hooker (or anyone else)!!

    The other thing is that people always say that I look really good for my age (whatever that means). And, I constantly have guys hitting on me. The super in my building thinks both me and MY daughter are hot and flirts with me all the time. Some kind of male fantasy thing, I’ve heard.

    But, you don’t see me having to explain to people why I don’t have sex with other men. I don’t even mention this to him. MEN!!! Can’t live with them — can’t live without ’em.

  3. mules Says:

    This Story Cracked Me UP!
    Actually several times. It is funny! Maybe that hooker lady, or her pimp noticed that Harris did well at the craps table, and wanted to relieve him of that extra coin?

  4. Meghan Says:

    Maybe that hooker-lady was watching Harris at the craps tables. If I catch any woman checking out Harris again — I’m gonna kick her ass. (I don’t care if she IS trying to make a living.) And really, just ’cause Harris looks like a dork — doesn’t mean he’s starving for sex.

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