Sometimes, when I’m thinking, I think about whether there’s a guy out there who drives a truck and is mad that his automotive insurance provider refers to his insurance as car insurance instead of truck insurance. Then, I wonder if there’s another guy out there who doesn’t like using the word “home” to refer to his condo because he thinks it’s a transitional space for him as he transitions from a journalism career into architecture and he’s upset that his insurance provider is referring to his insurance as homeowner’s insurance instead of condo-owner’s insurance. Then, I wonder if there’s a third guy out there who has a dog but doesn’t like the word “pet” because he thinks of his dog as an equal and lets it make decisions on how to spend their time (which is why they spend a lot of time at the dog park, which honestly sounds pretty nice) and is miffed that his insurance provider keeps calling his insurance for this animal pet insurance.
Then I start wondering what insurance looks like for mini-golf courses and what kinds of weird little clauses are in there about windmills. And then I go for a walk.
