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My job, such it deals with the legal system, people who get hurt, or killed, breaking the law, and generally man's baser instrincts, is not, routinely, a barrel of monkeys. So we tend to find humor in the places where we can.
I was reviewing over some of my files that I'd worked on in the previous week, and I noticed one file, where our amazingly efficient towing unit had moved a junked vehicle to one of our salvage yards within several hours of the accident, before my policyholder had a chance to do what we normally ask them to do, remove their plates and personal belongings.
This isn't a big deal, I just shoot an e-mail to the settlement adjust, and s/he makes sure to gather the required stuff before the vehicle is sent either to the auction block or the scrap yard.
So, there it is: "Hey, [redacted], PH needs to make sure she gets return of belongings: personal papers, CDs, and canes."
Yes, canes plural.
While I don't think I will ever be able to become emotionally detached from certain injuries, fatalities, or accidents involving pedestrians (especially children), I think I'm at the point where nothing with respect to property fazes me any more.
"Canes." Like it's perfectly normal for someone, even the infirm, to be driving around with a carload of canes. |