I’ve had my car since 2001, and my house since 2003, and never once has the person who is identified on the paper work as my “broker” ever called me. In fact, twice she hasn’t even returned my calls. Also fact: I’ve never seen her face.
Two years ago I called her well in advance of my renewal date to ask if she would kindly investigate for competitive prices, thinking that it wouldn’t hurt to at least look. She flatly refused. She sounded really annoyed and put out by my request, and simply stated that I was already receiving the best rate going and that I’d only hurt myself by shopping around.
I’ve never made a claim, I pay on time in one annual lump sum, and beside the aforementioned telephone inquiry, I’ve never called her with any complaint or request.
For years I have forked over thousands of dollars to an insurance company I have no relationship with, by way of a broker-woman I have no relationship with. Well, I’m done with that. From now on, if I have to write a cheque, it’s gonna cost the payee at least a moment now and then.
I made a couple of calls yesterday (I work in the periphery of the auto insurance claims industry, so I had some great contacts) and I think I’ve found my guy. I was really straight with him – told him that yes, I’m looking for insurance, but more than that, I’m looking for an agent who bothers to know my name.
Without schmoozing at all, he was respectful and responsive. He suggested that he’ll draw up a quote for the car, but for the house, he’d better come on over and have a walk through. Wow!!! A real live insurance agent – in my house!!! I can hardly wait. I’m going to make him tea and serve him cookies. We’ll look each other in the eye. We’ll chat about safety and protection.
At this point, I don’t even care (much) if my insurance rates go up a little, as long as I get some personal attention. I want to know – to trust – that if (touch wood) my house ever falls down or my car goes boom, I’m well covered financially and known by my agent as more than just a policy number.



