Who Cares Whether It's Factual, As
Long As It's Bizarre?
[ Forwarded by Banstickle ]
A Charlotte (North Carolina)
man, having purchased a box of 24 rare and very expensive cigars,
insured them against fire. Within a month, having smoked his entire
stockpile of fabulous cigars, and having yet to make a single premium
payment on the policy, the man filed a claim against the insurance
company. In his claim, the man stated that he had lost the cigars in "a
series of small fires".
The insurance company refused to pay, citing the obvious reason: that
the man had consumed the cigars in a normal fashion. The man sued, and
In delivering his ruling, the judge stated that the man held a policy
from the company in which it was warranted that the cigars were
insurable. The company, in the policy, had also guaranteed that it would
insure the cigars against fire, without defining what it considered to
be "unacceptable fire", and so the company was obligated to compensate
the insured for his loss.
Rather than endure a lengthy and costly appeal process, the insurance
company accepted the judge's ruling and paid the man $15,000 for the
rare cigars he had "lost in the fires".
However, shortly after the man cashed his check, the insurance company
had him arrested on 24 counts of arson. With his own insurance claim and
testimony from the previous case used as evidence against him, the man
was convicted of intentionally burning the rare cigars and sentenced to
24 consecutive one-year prison terms.
How are You Feeling?
[ Forwarded by Trawler Travis ]
Farmer Joe decided his injuries were
serious enough to take the trucking company responsible for the accident
to court. In the courtroom the trucking company's fancy lawyer was
"Didn't you say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine'?"
Farmer Joe responded, "Well I'll tell you what happened. I had just
loaded my favorite mule Bessie into the . . ."
"I didn't ask for any details," the lawyer interrupted. "Just answer the
question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine'?"
Farmer Joe said, "Well I had just got Bessie into the trailer and I was
driving down the road . . ."
The lawyer interrupted again and said, "Judge, I am trying to establish
the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the highway
patrolman on the scene that he was just fine. Now several weeks after
the accident he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud.
Please tell him to simply answer the question."
By this time the Judge was fairly interested in Farmer Joe's answer and
said to the lawyer, "I'd like to hear what he has to say about his
favorite mule Bessie."
Joe thanked the Judge and proceeded thus:
"Well as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my favorite mule, into
the trailer and was driving her down the highway when this huge
semi-truck and trailer ran the stop sign and smacked my truck right in
the side. I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into the
other. I was hurting real bad and didn't want to move. However, I could
hear ole Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible shape
just by her groans. Shortly after the accident a Highway Patrolman came
on the scene. He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he went over
to her. After he looked at her he took out his gun and shot her between
the eyes. Then he came across the road with his gun in his hand and
looked at me. He said, 'Your mule was in such bad shape I had to shoot
her. How are you feeling?'"