The whole ordeal with the break-in has reached a near closure. Uncle Ken was at our home to discuss the policy of our insurance, making sure that we are clear on how to approach the quick-witted adjuster visiting tomorrow. Time can really sap the youth outta ya. Uncle Ken is a living proof of that statement. He was a picture of a ragged doll left to rot in the sun by his master. *pauses* What I really mean is that he's grown tan and thinner (hair-wise). Poor man.
"I'm old la, girl." It's not like I was ever saying otherwise pun, uncle. :)
Seems like there's gonna be an epic tug of war we anticipate with much eagerness, hoping to minimize our losses. But like those of us who has ever known personnels of an insurance company can say that no matter how neutral they claim to be, they are almost always working for the company's benefit. So, we are going to promise them a very difficult compliance, I'll personally see to that.
No-risk fee what,
Vonnie S.
"I'm old la, girl." It's not like I was ever saying otherwise pun, uncle. :)
Seems like there's gonna be an epic tug of war we anticipate with much eagerness, hoping to minimize our losses. But like those of us who has ever known personnels of an insurance company can say that no matter how neutral they claim to be, they are almost always working for the company's benefit. So, we are going to promise them a very difficult compliance, I'll personally see to that.
No-risk fee what,
Vonnie S.
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