Happy place

So I'm out the field one day, years ago, and I'm intending to visit with my insured and his girlfriend. 

Seems they'd been out partying on New Years, went four wheeling in his vehicle, and rolled it. 

Alcohol may have been a factor. 

So, sadly, the girlfriend had a fractured pelvis, which is definitely not good. 

I went to meet with them in their trailer, in what must have been THE WORST TRAILER PARK in the world. We're talking muddy ground, dogs roaming, no trailer less than 30 years old. Only thing I've seen more disgusting, in terms of living area, is a gypsy camp.

I find their trailer. They invite me in. Nice people (really). 

Of course, the entire trailer REEKS of the devil weed. I think I got the proverbial contact high. 

I got the statement I needed, and the forms signed, blah blah blah. 

A few weeks later, after I get all the medical bills, the insured and the girlfriend come into the office so she can sign the release and get her money. 

She comes in wearing a leather pelvic brace with "HAPPY PLACE" written in black Sharpie, and an arrow pointing down. 

I commented on it, somewhat in passing. And. . . . get this. . . . she was EMBARASSED!!!

Moral of the story?  If you don't want people commenting on your happy place, don't label it!