With all the talk in the United States about insurance – the type used for health – I decided to provide insurance humor of a different type.
Customer: “I’d like to insure my house. Can I do it over the phone?”
Insurance agent: “No. I’m afraid a personal inspection is necessary.
Customer: “Okay, but you better get over here quick – the house is on fire.”
When Dan’s house burned down, his first phone call was to the guy who’d sold him his homeowner’s policy. “I need a check for the cash value of my house, and I need it as soon as possible,” he said firmly.
“I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way,” explained the insurance agent politely. “See, yours was a replacement policy, which means that we’ll be rebuilding the house exactly as it was before.”
“I see,” said Dan, after a long pause. “In that case, I want to cancel the policy on my wife.”
And now a joke that many of us Baby Boomers will be able to relate to: What’s the best thing about turning sixty-five? No more calls from insurance salesmen.