A day in the life of me
So I’m an insurance adjuster and I had an appointment In the little town of Scottsboro, AL to inspect a Nissan Altima. I see the address on the mailbox and the Altima sitting in the driveway so I pull up and there are two women sitting under the carport. One woman stood up and met me in the driveway. I said I'm here to inspect the Altima for the insurance company. She let out this long sigh of relief and told me I have the wrong house and pointed to her neighbors home who also owns an identical Altima. She said you scared the shit out of us! We were smoking a joint and we thought you were our parole officer. So here’s where it’s gets weird. I don't know why but whenever I'm around certain types of people my personality changes to suit the situation....maybe to make them feel more comfortable. All of a sudden my Cheech & Chong bong smoking-joint tokin personality kicks in. I can't remember exactly what I said but think I used the words blunt, killer reefer and dime bag a few times. I get in my car and scream out the window later dudettes while holding up the peace sign. I then drive next door to the correct house and this old wise looking Asian Mr Miyagi type man answers the door and what is the first thing I do? I bow to him & start talking in broken English ??
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