So the flood saga continues. The claims adjuster just left. Bizarrely, I knew him from two jobs ago, when we both received pay checks from a different insurance carrier.
He measured absolutely everything in the apartment, doors, ceilings, alcoves, nooks, crannies, Kindles. (No, just kidding there.) Aside from the super ginormous metal tape measure, he had a laser gizmo that I'd never seen before. Want one! No real use for it...but I want one! (It will certainly beat crawling across the floor with the floppy tape measure trying to figure out if a rug or credenza will fit in some out-of-the-way spot.)
All this from an exploding bathroom sink.
I have enormous new sympathy for people who actually live through real flood crises. Or oil spills. Or earthquakes. Or whatever. I would probably be curled in a fetal position eating spoonfuls of peanut butter straight from the jar.
Stay tuned for Six Sentence Sunday.
(Putting this reminder up to keep me honest. If I forget, someone give me a shout. But not too loudly. Because, you know, it'll be Sunday.)
9 comments:
Hmmm, I already eat peanut butter straight from the jar... What would I do in a crisis?!
I'm with Heather, I thought that's how peanut butter was meant to be eaten, lol :) Although I've actually been thinking a *lot* about what I'd do in an actual emergency, thanks to all the research I've been doing about disasters. Have you considered getting a real emergency kit together? Good luck with your flood problems, hope it all gets back to normal soon!
Sorry to hear about the plumbing problem! Anything involving water usually doesn't end well. Hope it gets fixed soon!
Heather:
Well, if we're being honest about it, peanut butter straight from the jar is not the worst thing I eat. I was trying to prettify it up, of course. Sometimes, I might even dip the spoon into ginger jelly before thrusting it into the jar.
(Obviously, I was re-writing a sex scene this afternoon.)
Actually, in a real, honest-to-God crisis, I might react a little better. I'd probably be too busy trying to take charge to curl into a ball and whimper.
On the other hand, maybe not!
Shoshanna -- An emergency kit is probably a great idea. That would call for organization, though. And some memory of where I'd put it. Today, Mr. Claims Adjuster Man asked for a copy of my proprietary lease. No frickin' clue where that would be.
Liz -- At least there was no oil in it. Or sewage.
(Always lookin' on the bright side.)
(My middle name is Eeyore.)
I have an emergency kit. Chocolate counts - right?
Heh. What the heck else would you put in an emergency kit???
Terri, All sagas end eventually. I know how I act in an emergency. I act and then wonder if I should have done that.
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