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Sometimes I remember an incident from my past that’s worth a chuckle, this is one of those . . .
A few years ago Charlie Higgins (not his real name) told me about an experience he had after a bad hailstorm hit his town.
All Charlie's neighbors with their cars out in their yard were badly damaged so they got extensive bodywork and new paint jobs paid for by their insurance companies. As fate would have it, Charlie's car had been in his garage so it didn't get hail damaged, but he'd been in a little fender-bender a couple weeks earlier so his car did need a little body and paint work.
Well, Charlie carefully studied the appearance of the hail dents on his neighbor’s cars, wrapped the head of his ballpeen hammer in a chamois skin and spent a day practicing on a piece of sheet metal to get his hits looking just like real hail damage. When he had his technique down pat, Charlie peened the daylights out of his car and called his insurance adjuster.
The insurance adjuster got out of his car, shook hands with Charlie and with Charlie’s car still 30 feet away said, "That's a ballpeen hammer job. You can pursue this if you want to, but I wouldn't." Not another word was said. The adjuster just got back in his car and drove off.
Oh, the price of crime.
A few years ago Charlie Higgins (not his real name) told me about an experience he had after a bad hailstorm hit his town.
All Charlie's neighbors with their cars out in their yard were badly damaged so they got extensive bodywork and new paint jobs paid for by their insurance companies. As fate would have it, Charlie's car had been in his garage so it didn't get hail damaged, but he'd been in a little fender-bender a couple weeks earlier so his car did need a little body and paint work.
Well, Charlie carefully studied the appearance of the hail dents on his neighbor’s cars, wrapped the head of his ballpeen hammer in a chamois skin and spent a day practicing on a piece of sheet metal to get his hits looking just like real hail damage. When he had his technique down pat, Charlie peened the daylights out of his car and called his insurance adjuster.
The insurance adjuster got out of his car, shook hands with Charlie and with Charlie’s car still 30 feet away said, "That's a ballpeen hammer job. You can pursue this if you want to, but I wouldn't." Not another word was said. The adjuster just got back in his car and drove off.
Oh, the price of crime.