The Lady At My Office
The other evening a lady dropped by my insurance office to take out a renters policy. I gave her the quote. She said it was fine. I wrote up the policy. In the midst of writing it, I happened to look up to see her staring off in the direction of one of my spare offices. There is not much more in there than a desk, a phone, and a desktop photo.
"What was the name of your prior insurance company?" I asked.
She did not look at me but kept staring into that office.
I asked the question again and she turned toward me, shaking her head as if coming back from a long, long way off.
"Excuse me," she said. "Can I ask you something?"
"In that photo on the desk," she said. "Are those stripers or wipers?"
I just stared at her, dumbfounded. I always hoped that I would have something intelligent to say in a situation like that, but I did not.
"You know the difference between the two?" I said.
I could have kicked myself for saying that.
She laughed and waited for the answer.
"Listen," I said after a moment or two. "If I can get my wife to go along with the divorce, you think you might want to marry me?"
She laughed, then said she'd had enough of marriage to last her for a while.
"We could go fishing together some time," she offered.
I said it was a deal, she signed the policy, we talked fishing for a half hour, she gave me some money, then she left.
I swear, that's a true story. Now I'm thinking she's going to teach me a thing or two about striper fishing come spring.
She said before leaving that she had lived five years on the Cumberland River in Kentucky before moving to Indiana.