Harry Reid man what a life: (a thread)

Reid was the dirt-poor son of an alcoholic hard rock gold miner who grew up in Searchlight, Nevada, a failed mining community in the middle of the desert. His mom made ends meet by doing laundry for some of the thirteen local brothels. Reid, “learned to swim at a whorehouse.” He credits the owner of that brothel, Willie Martello, with teaching him “honesty” and giving him his largest Christmas present every year: a five-dollar bill. (This happened to be the price of services at His establishment, the El Ray.)

THREAD: Let’s talk about how awesome private insurance is.

My doctor called me last week to let me know my insurer had declined to pay the bill for my last appointment, because they claimed I had a second health insurance provider. (Spoiler alert: I don’t) Since last week I have spent a crazy amount of time fighting with my insurance company to get my bill paid.

Also in on the fight have been my doctors office, the benefits person who deals with my insurance, and the benefits person at a company I worked at three years ago.