When my husband Sam and I lost our house in a fire, my pal and I wanted to rebuild on the same site.
The insurance supplier provided us an apartment, however Sam and I had a small RV camper that my pal and I could stay in for the six months it would take to rebuild.
The only thing Sam and I didn’t have in the camper was a shower. Sam and I wanted a portable shower bag so my pal and I could shower and still stay in the camper. The insurance agent helped us to secure a portable shower bag that had an onboard restroom. They paid the rental fees for the entire time my pal and I lived in the camper. The construction employer wasn’t cheerful with us living so close to the house. They thought I was being a bother when I started asking questions. When they didn’t do something I agreed with, I would call the insurance agent and complain. What they didn’t understand was that it was my house, and I was the construction boss, even if I didn’t own the construction business. I had to laugh when 1 guy who was toiling on the house ran into the portable shower bag to take a fast shower. He had taken a shower of damp plaster and had to wash off before getting in his truck. I laughed and told him he should have asked me before going in, and he laughed with me. That was what the owner of the construction supplier said to me when I walked in the house just two days earlier. He told me Touché’, and then he asked me if I wanted to go to the neighborhood with him. He was going to pick up a few things for the washroom, and I could pick out the ceiling fan and light kits I needed.