short term car insurance to the rescue

Warding off Criminals with Your short term Insurance Policy Papers

I had always heard that short term car insurance (available from this wonderful UK site) could help in case my car was ever vandalized, stolen, or otherwise hijacked, but I had no idea just how much, exactly, and to what extent.

It was a muggy Friday night and I was drunk, as usual. Only this time, I wasn’t just drunk, I was too drunk to realize I was drunk. Assuring my friends that I wouldn’t end up in a ditch before I drove the twelve miles to my house down the street, I stumbled to my ride, fell into the driver’s seat, and cranked up the tunes. I like to jam out when I drive drunk, for optimal distraction and my own little personal karaoke party.

Imagine my surprise when the CD skipped back to the beginning and I wasn’t home yet. How could I possibly have listened to fourteen tracks and still not have made it the twelve miles home? Is that like, a track per mile? Divide by twelve, carry the one? Never mind; now was not the time for math. Putting elementary division aside, I tried to place my surroundings. Wherever I had wound up, I suddenly regretted procrastinating in applying for my Conceal and Carry permit.

Ok, don’t panic. Just pull over to the first gas station you see, find out where you are, and get directions to the next major highway. You can find your way home from there.

Pulling into a gas station conveniently located next to a cheerful looking crack house with broken windows smiling back at me, I cautiously stepped onto the pavement, hoping I didn’t look as drunk as I probably was. The man behind the counter explained to me that I was clear on the other side of town, roughly 45 miles away from my house and was kind enough to scrawl some directions. Assured, and feeling like I would certainly be home in no time now, I practically skipped to my car with the joy of being cured from my present situation.

Sitting down behind the wheel, I breathed a sigh of relief and looked to my right. You have got to be fracking kidding me. There in my glove box, sitting lonely and forsaken was my GPS. In my drunken state I had entirely forgotten the Christmas present I had shoved in the compartment for situations just such as these. A bit frustrated I opened the glove box and looked to my right. SMACK! I screamed. Someone was at the window with personal firearm in hand, and demanded I get out of the car NOW! Thinking quickly, I grabbed everything in the glove box, searching for a weapon and before I could think, fling! went my short term insurance policy papers.

All was quiet for a moment that felt like an eternity. I peeked out the window and saw my assailant lying on the street, slowing dying of blood loss from a major paper cut to the coronary. Needless to say, having been drinking and just killed a guy, I punched the gas and got the heck out of there.