Insurance? on the Circle-O??
by ed parrish
The feller sprung up like a weed; he appeared right out of nowhere,
In
a checkered jacket, bowtie, and bowler - on a head without no hair,
"Good
afternoon, sir," he began, "Shore is a purty day."
'Course
Curly wished he'd just git on with what he had to say.
"MacDonald is my name, good sir. And I'm here to ease
your mind,
"For I sell Acme-Apex-Arnway, the best insurance
you can find,
"For twenty dollars every month, we'll cover
you complete,
"We're better'n any other company. Yup, nobody
can compete."
"What's it going to do f'r me?" ol' Curly asked
the man,
"Why, I aim to pervide you, good sir, with our
accidental plan,
"It'll cover you for injuries and all your
liability,
"If'n you git hurt here on the job, and it's
not your responsibility."
"Don't need it," Curly told him. "That's
never come to pass."
"Now sir," MacDonald countered,
"Life's like a winder glass,
"One day it's whole and
right as rain. Next thing you know it's broke,
"And
you say you've not been injured?" Curly thought before
he spoke.
"Well - a rattler bit me three months back, 'been mule kicked
real hard twice,
"And once't a grizzly jumped me, and that
laid me out real nice,
" I've been horse-throwed and dog-bit;
a bull knocked me down a well,
"But nary ever an accident.
Naw, I don't need a thing you sell."
"But sir," MacDonald argued, "You need this policy
- or another,
"'Cause them injuries you've just ticked off
are precisely what we cover."
Curly's lights went on: MacDonald's
insurance policy was worthless.
"Those wasn't accidents,"
sezee.
"They done all that stuff a'purpose!"
