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Once the power came back on all was well with the world again until I realized the surge had apparently killed my television. Of course, I freaked out. Money doesn't grow on trees and if it did, I'd have picked it bare long ago.
A few nights later I was at work lamenting about my dead television. Woe, is me. A coworker suggested I file a claim with the power company. I headed straight for the computer, filed the claim and have been waiting patiently for a positive response.
It arrived today.
A company that handles insurance claims for the power company called me early this morning. The guy I spoke to on the phone was pleasant, not all hardcore like people that have the power to give it or not give it can sometimes be.
He asked about the size, age and price I'd paid for the tv. I politely gave him this information and was then told to expect a call back from him shortly. When he called back he said the claim investigation was now complete and the check to compensate me for my damages (the full price of the tv) would be cut this afternoon. I could expect to receive it around the first of next week.
Whatchu say!
Then the wheels start turning. You dumb ass...you should have told him it was a 63" plasma widescreen with built in surround instead of that 37" view finder sitting over there.
I dismissed that thought completely....just not my style.
But a shady dealer would have pounced on that opportunity. I mean it's not like anyone came out to take a look at the dead tv. They didn't even ask for a serial/product number.
Just my word.
Can you even remember a time when your word was truly your bond? When folks shook on it and that's all that was required. When people did the honorable thing even when nobody was looking. I sure as hell can't -
.....until today.
