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I did my research, I really did, but to tell the truth I just
figured it couldn’t be that bad. Offering short-term car insurance,
I mean. What were the odds someone who only needed a policy for a
few weeks would bust the bank? I’ve been with my carrier for seven
years and I haven’t cost them a dime!
I should have known he was bad news the second he walked through my
door. The stench of beer and cigarettes clung to him like my
ex-wife’s cheap perfume. I told myself it was Monday morning,
though, so maybe he hadn’t been home to shower since Friday. Kind of
thing that could happen to anyone, right?
He said he was looking for temporary insurance to move a car, which,
if you think about it, is what everyone needs car insurance for.
Don’t really need to worry about insuring a car that’s just sitting
there collecting rust, do you? Anyway, I took him on since I
couldn’t think of anything lower risk than a guy driving his car in
to the shop for repairs. What were the odds I’d find myself facing
claims for fire and water damages, not to mention property and
medical claims? Turns out the odds were pretty darn good. Remind me
not to go to Vegas any time soon, as Lady Luck has obviously decided
she’s not interested in my charms.
You can buy short
term car insurance in the UK from
www.insuranceshortterm.co.uk
Let me relay the sequence of events wherein a trip to the garage led
to over two hundred grand being charged to yours truly. I don’t
blame you if you don’t believe what you’re about to read, because I
barely believe it myself.
So the client, we’ll call him John in the interest of privacy, had a
fight with the wife, possibly due to the whole hasn’t been home to
shower in three days thing. Anyway, after he picks up the car from
the garage, he stops for some flowers, which he drops onto the
backseat. All good, right? Sure, until he lights up a cigarette and
then flicks the butt out the window once he’s done smoking it. The
butt gets sucked back in, lands on the flowers, which start to
smolder before they go up in flames. He notices the smell and cracks
open a window to clear it, the rush of oxygen feeds the flames, and
suddenly the whole rear of the car’s a flaming chariot of doom. John
panics, loses control of the car, and next thing you know his car’s
blazing a trail through a golf course. After crashing into two golf
carts, his old Buick careens off toward the water hazard and plunges
into the water. At least that put out the fire, but now I’m on the
hook for two golf carts, landscaping at the golf course, four claims
of mental anguish plus one broken leg, and, of course, the Buick I
was dumb enough to insure in the first place.
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