Once upon a time when I was young, I needed to have a car insurance adjuster give me an estimate on the damage done to the car I was driving at the time. I no longer recall what the damage was and how the car got damaged, which makes me think that some one thumped or scraped the car in a parking lot and drove away. Or, something similar that made a big enough of a dent for the Daddy to tell me to take it into an insurance office so that I can get it fixed. Immediately.
At the time I was a big girl working and living in San Francisco. Whoo-hooo!
Very responsible I was, this big girl that I was. I even knew where to take the car, without looking it up in the phone book. Remember that book?
Early one Saturday morning, a friend and I drove over to the State Farm Insurance Office near a mall south of the City. Easy peasy. I went into the office and told a guy what I needed. He picked up a clipboard, and, leading me back outside, asked, "Do you have your insurance card?"
"It's in the glove compartment."
"You get it while I take a look at the damage."
No problem, which was the motto of this big girl that I was.
I sat in the passenger's seat and opened the glove compartment. A whole bunch of stuff came tumbling out. And, sitting right on top of all that stuff were a couple of tampons.
The friend didn't think it was funny at all. "Sue!" She was quite embarrassed when the insurance guy was suddenly behind her.
"Here it is," I said, stuffing everything back into the glove compartment and shutting the door. Snap. I like to remember the snap as a nice devil-may-care snap. Snap.
"You know we're State Farm Insurance?" asked the insurance guy.
He handed me back the insurance card. "You're with Farmer's Insurance."
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