I am about to turn 65, which means I'm eligible to enroll in Medicare. But it appears that things between me and Mr. M are already off to a rocky start. Frankly, I think he's a lying cheating bastard who promises to love and care for you like nobody's business but then -- at least from what I keep hearing from friends who have already spent time in his company -- it turns out he's all talk and no action on claims, if you get my drift.
Plus, Mr. M acts as though he's never seen the likes of a woman like me -- you know, one who works for a large company that provides a health insurance plan, and who has no plans to retire at age 65. I would have thought that there were plenty of us -- refugees from the recession who need to hang on...
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