Pajama Insurance
(We are changing insurances and my mother is filling out paperwork at the table, while I’m sitting on the sofa next to her. It’s very late evening and I have spent the whole day at home sick.)
Mum: “Do you happen to have your insurance card here?”
Me: “…Is that a serious question?”
Mum: “Yes, it is. Do you have it?”
Me: “Are you really asking me that?”
Mum: *nods, without looking up*
Me: “Mum, look at me. Please.”
(She looks up, to see me in my whole pyjama-clad glory. Obviously, she sees nothing wrong with that, since she looks confused.)
Me: “You are asking me if I carry around my insurance card at this very moment.”
Mum: “Yes, I am.”
Me: “In my pyjamas.”
(She immediately puts on a poker face.)
Mum: “Well, go get it, then. I need it.”
(I get the insurance card from upstairs.)
Mum: “Oops…”
Me: “What?”
Mum: “I don’t even need it.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?