I spent the morning staring down our life insurance salesman. All I could think about was how morbid this conversation was.
And all he kept telling us was how many insurance policies he had on himself (SEVEN to be exact). He even had a policy called, "Last To Die". Sounds like a F$%@ing Video Game. OMG I can hardly keep a straight face while he's telling me this.
(Then I turn to my husband and say."Well, Honey, I'm feeling lucky. I think I'll take The Last-To-Die Policy for five hundred. I'm betting it's gonna be me!")
This is definitely the WRONG career to pursue. This poor bastard is reminding us how he's falling apart, how his days are numbered and he's pretty much going to keel over right there in his chair. From where we sit, he's a tanned, fit 50-something man with olive skin, bad hair plugs and a great smile. There's a recent photo of his athletic wife and teen aged son on the shelf behind him.
How do you spend every weekday repeating the mantra,
"Best to take care of your family before it's too late!" and not believing it? I wonder what the average life span of a life insurance salesman is? It can't be good.
Seven life insurance policies. No wonder he can't afford good hair plugs. Is this how he's going to create "Family Money"? His young son can tell everyone at school, "When my dad dies, he's going to leave me MILLIONS!"
And all he kept telling us was how many insurance policies he had on himself (SEVEN to be exact). He even had a policy called, "Last To Die". Sounds like a F$%@ing Video Game. OMG I can hardly keep a straight face while he's telling me this.
(Then I turn to my husband and say."Well, Honey, I'm feeling lucky. I think I'll take The Last-To-Die Policy for five hundred. I'm betting it's gonna be me!")
This is definitely the WRONG career to pursue. This poor bastard is reminding us how he's falling apart, how his days are numbered and he's pretty much going to keel over right there in his chair. From where we sit, he's a tanned, fit 50-something man with olive skin, bad hair plugs and a great smile. There's a recent photo of his athletic wife and teen aged son on the shelf behind him.
How do you spend every weekday repeating the mantra,
"Best to take care of your family before it's too late!" and not believing it? I wonder what the average life span of a life insurance salesman is? It can't be good.
Seven life insurance policies. No wonder he can't afford good hair plugs. Is this how he's going to create "Family Money"? His young son can tell everyone at school, "When my dad dies, he's going to leave me MILLIONS!"
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