Cheese Wax & Bumper Cars
This week's been a little hectic...I'm sure glad it's over! At least for me it is. O still has one more day. One day this week (it was so hectic I can't remember what day) I was eating a Laughing Cow mini cheese while driving. You know, the kind wrapped in the red wax. We heart them.
So I was on my way back to work from lunch, and I was snacking on one. When I got done, I inadvertently placed the red ball of wax in the little cubby thing in my car door.
Alabama in August is hot. Heat melts wax. I'm not the brightest! So on my way to lunch the next day, I noticed that there was something gooey stuck in my little cubby (I know it's not called that, but I can't think of what it's called!).
While sitting at a traffic light, waiting for the light to change, I decided to dig out as much of the wax as I could before Owen saw it.
As I was sitting there, minding my own waxy business, the lady behind me decided she wanted to play bumper cars. I wasn't in the mood, so I decided not to play along. Luckily she didn't bump me into the car in front of me, but she gave me a nice little tap. Being on Lorna Road, the HPD was near, so there was a Hoover PM there in two shakes of a lambs tail. A lazy policeman at that (I can say that b/c I married one!) He told us that if we could work it out ourselves, he wouldn't need to write a report.
Well, even though I'm married to the po-lice, I'm not too bright when it comes to all the rules. So I got the lady's insurance agent's name/number, and her name/number and we were on our way. I called O to share in my adventures, and he informed me that without a police report, you can't file an insurance claim. Yes, I know - I'm an insurance agent too (well I have my agent's license, I just don't practice)...I should know these things!
But the good news is, that upon examination when I got home, Owen determined that there was no damage done. All's well that end's well!
