My family considers my work stories the height of boredom: engineering tales about stuff they don’t understand and don’t care to understand. My wife works as a claims adjuster and we all love her claims stories. In fact, my son instituted “bizarre claim of the day” time at dinner where the funWife describes the most bizarre claim of the day. Today she had nothing, but yesterday was a good one.
A vegetarian goes to a fast food burger restaurant and orders a burger, hold the burger. That’s right, a burger, but don’t bring me the meat part of the hamburger, just the bun and toppings: the anti-Clara Peller. So when they bring her her order, she bites right in and is horrified to discover that there’s a burger in her burger. She doesn’t look to see if there’s a beef patty lurking in the depths of the burger, she doesn’t notice the difference in weight, or the unmistakable delicious aroma of cooked beef. But she wants $2500 for the mental anguish of taking a bite of meat.
The down side to my wife’s job is the impression you get of people – clueless yet greedy.
