So I was a claim rep for several years before I became a full time mother and farmer...and that job scarred me for life. I worked for the larger part of my professional years for a specialty insurance company that insured places such as daycares, nursing homes, tree trimmers, farm events, etc. With those insurance lines, I saw LOTS of wacky claims...and every day I said to myself, "well that's something I'll never try". I tend to be extremely cautious most of the time because of my experience in claims. Scene photos will do that to you. BUT I live with Dylan.....ha.
Which leads us to this story. A few day ago, Dylan decided we needed to move the refrigerator from the barn to the farm store. This is quite a hike if you've ever been to the farm. Dylan, at times, tends to think I have his superhero powers, but I do NOT. So I asked him HOW we were going to get the refrigerator from the barn to the farm store....and he looked at me like I was crazy. Then he decided we'd use the van. Obviously I didn't ask enough questions.
I backed the van up to the barn and went in to help load it.....at which time I told Dylan I wasn't sure if the fridge would fit in the back of the van. His reply was that it had to. ??? He went out and took a look and then said, "Well, I hope it fits because if it doesn't I'm going to be walking behind the van carrying the fridge down the driveway." I kind of rolled my eyes and just assumed that he thought it would fit. I explained to him that I wasn't sure if I could lift the fridge...and he said it was very light on the top. No big deal. HA!
We did actually manage to maneuver the fridge out of the barn and to the van...with me complaining (to put it nicely) the whole way...and only about 1/3 of it fit. So Dylan says very calmly, "OK. Get in the van and drive it. I'm going to walk behind and hold up the fridge." I kind of freaked out a little (okay, a lot), but I did it. At this point, I figure he's crazy and if he drops it with me going forward it's only going to hurt the fridge and not him. He was yelling at me the whole way "go faster! drive! come on!" to which I replied something that I probably shouldn't type here. Because of course I was going at a snail's pace due to the situation at hand.
The real excitement happened when we got all the way down to the farm store and I stopped the van. He yelled....because it was heavy...and said to BACK THE VAN UP TO THE DOOR with him holding onto the refrigerator. I completely lost it at this point, yelling things like, "this is EXACTLY a claim I would have worked! this is crazy! are you serious?! you're going to die!"....the whole while backing the van up to the farm store door with him walking with it.
No one died. The fridge is in the farm store.
I will also freak out the next time. Promise.
Dylan and Harmony, whichever of us have the time to sit down and write for a few minutes. : )