So I'm sitting at my desk this morning, chatting Stephanie up and waiting to unforward the phones, when a truck pulls into the parking lot. In walk a couple of insured's. They're an older couple, both probably mid to late 50's in a nice black, extended cab, Chevy truck. The man, wearing jorts and a polo with his salt and pepper hair, walked up and held the door open for the woman, whom I'm assuming is his wife. She walks through the door wearing Neon Green shorty shorts with a very form fitting and low cut white t-shirt and pink bedazzled PLATFORM flip-flops - I'm talking 3 inches thick at LEAST. Her bleach blonde hair is in a messy it-took-me-an-hour-in-front-of-the-mirror-to-look-like-I-did-this-in-10-seconds style ponytail on top of her head and she's wearing sunglasses the size of saucers.
This is the reason I got out of bed today.
