Krys - That's why I didn't go to WVU

So I am leaving my aunt's house in Morgantown to head over to my cousins. I'm driving along, listening to some Mariah Carey and just enjoying my reflection of the holiday week. Then, out of nowhere, this big ass deer, on a suicide mission I guess, tries to hitch a ride on my Malibu. CRASH! It flies head first into the side of my car. It of course is now dead, along with my fender, left head light, and front bumper. So I pull over and call Mom Dukes and the police and my insurance company and my aunt and my cousin. I am so pissed. Do deer have no depth perception at all? I mean, come on! Surely he didn't think he could make it ... he's not faster than my bu-bu. I had planned on coming back to Bmore Saturday night so I could go clubbing with my girls, but this deer obviously had other plans for me. So now it's Sunday and I'm still here arguing with my insurance company about why they should give me rental car, instead of on my way to Catonsville. Damn the bad luck. Tell me how Insurance is legal, please. It's like fraud okayed by the government. Do the math: I pay about $140 a month (for the past 2 years) for full coverage...FULL COVERAGE ... as in should cover everything, right? Wrong. After paying over $3360 to State Farm (yeah bitches I'm calling you out!), I cause less than $1000 worth of damage to my car, without any property damage or anything, and SF is trying to say, "We can only pay 80% of your rental costs." WTF?? Bitches better have my money! So I'm pissy right now as you can imagine.