![]() There was an insurance salesperson on the other end of the line. It was a caller from my own area code, so I answered. ![]() How could I be so stupid? I hadn’t even completed filling out the long-winded form when my new smartphone played its cheerful marimba melody. I guess I crumbled under the accumulating pressure of all those commercials, you know? The ones that tell you how much money you can save in less than fifteen seconds? We’re with AAA in my household and we’re not getting mugged. What kind of car do you have? What make and model? What year? How many miles do you drive in a month? What’s your name? Date of birth? Etcetera, etcetera. I hesitated, but eventually I put aside my intuition and answered the questions. ![]() I knew I was setting myself up for trouble. Today, the question had its origin in making a rookie mistake while shopping online for car insurance. H ow could I be so stupid? It’s a question I ask myself with regularity. By: Art Rosch ((Header Art is the work of the incomparable French artist OakOak.))įrustration mounts, in a life spent besieged by lies, exaggerations and slick tricks….
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