Frank and the insurance adjuster tip-toed through the flattened remains of his home and garage. A freak storm leveled the place. Crumley, the adjuster, was still skeptical.
"I don't think the storm did this." Crumley kicked aside multiple tiles, once a garage roof.
"What'd you mean?"
"Termites."
"Termites?" Frank couldn't believe it.
"They're insects. They're everywhere.”
"Insects crushed my car?" Frank looked sadly at what had been his Prius.
"There." Crumley pointed. "Termites."
Could Frank believe it? Turned down? Rejected? Of course, whenever the adjuster brought his own termites to scatter over so-called wreckage, his work was that much easier.
"I don't think the storm did this." Crumley kicked aside multiple tiles, once a garage roof.
"What'd you mean?"
"Termites."
"Termites?" Frank couldn't believe it.
"They're insects. They're everywhere.”
"Insects crushed my car?" Frank looked sadly at what had been his Prius.
"There." Crumley pointed. "Termites."
Could Frank believe it? Turned down? Rejected? Of course, whenever the adjuster brought his own termites to scatter over so-called wreckage, his work was that much easier.
