July 7, 2004
Just In Case
I’m filling out lots of forms to get finances in order. One of them is the beneficiary forms for my life insurance and (I think) 401(k), for who should get my money if I die. One of the required fields is “Daytime Phone Number.”
I can totally envision the turn of events that brought about it’s inclusion, too.
“Yes, sir, we’re calling to discuss the dispersal of your assets due to your untimely death…”
“Well, I’m eating dinner right now. Aren’t you guys supposed to call during the daytime?”
“Riiight. See, we didn’t have that. It’s, it’s not on the form.”
“Look, you people have got a lot of gall, calling during dinner time. It’s not enough that I’m dead. I bet you want me to sign up for some new service or something, right?”
“Well, now that you mention it, we’re running a special on–”
click.
Hey, and since I’m on the subject, my other death wishes (not that way) include
Raindrops Keep Fallin’ in My Car
They keep fallin’
And that’s ’cause I should’ve put the damn top up last night.
Rode my bike to work.
I had to towel off my seats in the morning
Because they’re wet.
Probly haven’t dried yet.
