The tea partiers have raised the status of the lowly insurance salesman to historic new heights. Hell, I almost want to go back into that business myself. I wonder if a Health History Authorization form can get you chicks now-a-days. Yeah, flash one of those around and they come a running. And man, show them a life expectancy table and you’d have to beat them off with a stick.
I wonder if families, expecting a call from the Insurance Salesman Hero, break out the best China and Silverware, don the Sunday dudes and roll out the red carpet. I mean, “This guy can get us some of that rip-off, underpaying, over-priced, sorry that isn’t covered, health insurance!”, it’s a special day in our lives. Maybe we should name the next born after him.