SPECIAL REPORT
ONE MAN’S QUEST
FOR A FAIR PRICE
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hough I’ve never met herin person, my insuranceagent, Carol Ann, hasbeen a constant presencein my life for more than adecade. She was one of thefirst people I called afterI got engaged. My spouseand I didn’t make the downpayment on our dream homeuntil we had her blessing.When my father died, CarolAnn offered her sympathy,along with patient guidanceon settling his estate. Whenlife gives us lemons, somepeople make lemonade. WhatI make is a call to Carol Ann.We speak infrequently.When we do, it’s usuallyabout things I don’t discusswith anyone else and,frankly, would rather notthink about. Like whethermy spouse could afford tokeep our house if I were hitby a bus. In other words,we talk about the big stuff.And a funny thing happenswhen you seek someone’scounsel about intimate fearslike death and lawsuits andlosing everything you holddear. It creates a bond, andan inclination to forget thefact that our relationship,when it really comes downto it, is purely transactional.She provides me with theprotection from peril andpenury that I need; I help hermeet her goals at work andmaybe—for all I know—win atrip to Cancún. But like manyrelationships, ours is greaterthan the sum of its parts.Carol Ann is a source ofsecurity in a world that canfeel dangerous, and she’s askilled navigator of a spherethat is foreign to me.Which partly explains whyI can’t remember the lasttime I shopped around forlower rates, in spite of thefact that CR experts say it’sthe only way to make sure aninsurer isn’t taking advantageof my loyalty. The truth is,I don’t want to break upwith Carol Ann.Still, protestations to thecontrary notwithstanding,most loves do have theirlimits, and being takenadvantage of is one ofmine. So when I learnedthat CR was working ona story with The Markupabout “personalizedpricing” in insurance rates,which could leave someconsumers vulnerable topaying higher premiums thanwarranted, I was dismayed.When I learned that mydemographic—middle-agedcustomers—was potentiallyon this “suckers list,” myindignation displaced anysneaking sense of infidelity,and I got busy findingout what the competitionhad to offer.I was quickly remindedof how tedious and time-consuming insuranceshopping can be. I haverenters, homeowners, auto,and umbrella policies, andneeded to speak to threeseparate representatives toget quotes on all of them attwo companies. At anothercompany, one representativewas able to provide quotesfor all those policies, but onlyafter I’d spent more thanan hour on the phone withher. (On the upside, it wasanything but boring: Whileher computer was crunchingnumbers, the agent gaveme travel advice and movierecommendations, and toldme how she and her motherhad decades ago contractedwhooping cough from anurse who assisted in herbirth, which led to their beingquarantined and featured inthe local newspaper.)Requesting a homeownersquote from an online-onlyalgorithm-based insuranceprovider was as fruitlessas it was painless: It took3 minutes to enter theinformation required andonly an instant for its bot tolet me know my home didn’tqualify for coverage.After a few hours ofresearch, none of the fourinsurance companies or thebroker I contacted couldoffer a better deal than theone I’m getting from CarolAnn. One came close, but theothers were significantlymore expensive. I’d alwayshoped that Carol Ann wascharging me fairly for myinsurance coverage. Nowthat I’m certain she’s givingme a square deal, I trust andvalue her even more.I don’t know what I wouldhave done if someone elsehad offered me a lowerprice. What I do know is thatit’s better to weigh all youroptions than it is to simplyhope that you’ve made theright choice—even when itturns out you have.BY KEVINDOYLE24 CR.ORG APRIL 2020