Entry for May 17, 2007

I was at a formal dinner given by my insurance broker tonight. I know, I know. You're thinking that, just when you thought that my life was about as interesting as it could possibly be, I suddenly find something even more fascinating, to make your own life seem small and uninteresting.
I was sitting next to a couple who run a claims assessing company, and they told me a story about one of their employees. The guy was sent out to a remote Lanarkshire village to check a car which had been written off in an accident. When he arrived, he was greeted by the owner who told him the car was round the corner. The owner - a burly male of about 40 - suggested that the inspector should have a look over the car, and then come back to get the quotation for repairs.
The inspector duly gave the car the once over, and rturned to the house five minutes later. He knocked on the door and was beckoned into the house with a deep "Come In!" from the owner of the vehicle. He entered the living room to find the owner draped sexily over the settee wearing nothing but a leather thong. He was dangling the quotation above his crotch. With a lecherous wink, he said "This is the estimate. Want to come and get it?"