Not transportation related, sorry, but I felt I had to share this one.
Over last weekend, I was in line at my local Rite-Aid picking up some prescriptions. I overheard the woman in front of me telling the pharmacist that she needed to get her prescriptions refilled before her insurance ran out. The pharmacist, making conversation, asked why she was losing her insurance- it's common enough these days, what with the economy being FUBAR'ed and all. Her answer?
"Oh... my husband recently passed away."
This is the horror of the present American health care system. A woman loses her husband to the ravages of time and, in her grief, has to remember to call the pharmacy before the health insurance company notices he's dead and kicks her out into the cold.
You want death panels? We've got death panels. They're called health insurance companies.
We return to our regularly scheduled bus-and-bike ranting tomorrow.