An entry from my favorite [and only] blog "Boobs, injuries, & Dr Pepper" that reminds me of why I love my work.
A customer called me, frustrated.
"You have to do something about this premium!"
"Let me take a look, ma'am."
"Gah! High! We're broke! You have to do something!"
I was stunned. "You have a million dollar house."
"I know! Do something!"
"$200,000 in jewelry."
"Really, only about $180,000. This is so high!"
"And eight cars."
"Economy - shot! Broke, I say!"
"There are just the two of you, correct?"
"One income! Broke! What can you do?"
"Go outside and have my coworker run over my head with his truck. That's about all."
A customer called me, frustrated.
"You have to do something about this premium!"
"Let me take a look, ma'am."
"Gah! High! We're broke! You have to do something!"
I was stunned. "You have a million dollar house."
"I know! Do something!"
"$200,000 in jewelry."
"Really, only about $180,000. This is so high!"
"And eight cars."
"Economy - shot! Broke, I say!"
"There are just the two of you, correct?"
"One income! Broke! What can you do?"
"Go outside and have my coworker run over my head with his truck. That's about all."