"In the event of your death, you ( me) are underinsured. She ( her, you know...that woman I married) will run out of money by blah blah-blah blah..." "Alright, how much ( more do I pay )?"
So, today an agent sub contracted by the life insurance company came to interview and draw blood.
What is this turbulence, you ask?
It it is the blood drawing part, the actual action of sticking a pointy tube through my skin into my vein. I don't like it--f-ing gross! And, the last time I had someone come to the house she stabbed it right on through and out the backside. In other words she fucked it up. My blood pressure is up now and I'm angry. Some hack, uncaring, incompetent, and that's my body! It's an assault. Fucking big ole bruise afterward. Shit!
So...anyway. This guy didn't fuck it up. I survived.