Airbag story, take two.

Apparently, fixing a mutant airbag is easier said than done. We dropped the car off at the dealership yesterday, and I drove home in my loaner ride (a G6, which is nice, but white, and I hate white cars). They said they'd get it fixed ASAP and call me today w/ an update.
So Anne from the dealership calls me today and said that the engineers told her to stop touching the car, they'd "done too much already" and I need to call this number to speak to the Allegation Department before anyone was allowed to touch my car.

I now refer to GM as General Mafia, because they are acting all secretive like that.

SO- I call this "Valerie" woman who says I have to fill out an Allegation Report, because basically they don't believe my story. They're sure I must have hit something, even though I tell them I didn't, and I have a witness and a police report to prove it. Arrgh.

The point of all this is that I had the most mind-numbing conversation with Valerie today, so that we could recount the details of my "accident". It went something like this:

Valerie: So you're saying you were just driving along, and your airbag deployed.

Me: Yes.

Valerie: Where is the car now?

Me: At the dealership.

Valerie: Do you plan to take it in for service?

Me: hm...yeah. It's already there.

Valerie: Oh, so it's at the dealership already?

Me: Yes.

Valerie: Which dealership?

Me: Isn't that already in your records?

Valerie: Oh yeah. Right.

Me: MmmHmm.

Valerie: So, You were just driiiving along and boom? Airbag?

Me: Yes.

Valerie: How many people were in the car?

Me: Just myself.

Valerie: And where were you sitting?

Me: Um, in the drivers seat.

Valerie: And the car was in motion when this happened?

Me: Yes.

Valerie: How fast were you going?

Me: About 5 m.p.h.

Valerie: And who was driving?

Me: ME!

Valerie: And you were just driiiiiving along and the airbag deployed?

Me: YES!

Valerie: Was anyone hurt?

Me: Yes, I was, on my-

Valerie: I'll get those details later. Was anyone else hurt?

Me: Uh...no.

Valerie: Was there anyone else in the car with you?

Me: (?) NO.

Valerie: And you were driving, correct?

Me: Yes. I was alone. Driving my car. In the driver's seat.

Valerie: Were you wearing your seatbelt?

Me: Yes.

Valerie: How were the road conditions? Was there any ice or snow?

Me: Uh, no, it happened last Friday. August 4. No snow.

Valerie: And where is the car now?

Me: At the dealership!

I think you get the idea. This went on for thirty minutes. So now she sends this report to "them" (the mafia?) and I wait. Until....?????