Tom and Harry’s Backyard Chat: Insurance—Product or Service?

Tom and Harry are on Tom’s back deck, hammering away at a new pergola Tom has been building. A pile of wood is stacked neatly nearby, and the scent of freshly cut lumber mixes with the aroma of burgers grilling on the barbecue. They take a break, wiping their brows and sipping cold beers.

“You know,” Harry said, leaning against the railing, “I was thinking about insurance again. You and your ‘home inventory’ argument got me thinking—you really see insurance differently than I do.”

Tom chuckled, flipping a burger on the grill. “I take that as a compliment. So what’s on your mind this time?”

Harry shrugged, taking another sip of his beer. “I still think of insurance as a product—something you buy, like this wood for the pergola. You pick what you need, pay for it, and you’re done. But you seem to think it’s more than that.”

Tom turned, raising an eyebrow. “Because it is more than that, Harry. Insurance isn’t just something you buy and forget. It’s a service. You’re not just paying for a policy—you’re paying for someone to help you make sense of it all and to be there when it matters.”

“Come on,” Harry said, waving him off. “You buy a policy, you’ve got coverage. What’s so complicated about that?”

Tom leaned on the grill, gesturing with his tongs. “Alright, let’s compare it to this pergola. Sure, you bought the wood, but who’s helping you figure out how to put it together? Would you rather guess and hope for the best, or have someone who’s done it before guide you through?”

Harry laughed. “I see where you’re going, but building a pergola and buying insurance aren’t the same thing.”

“Aren’t they?” Tom challenged. “You bought the wood, but if you don’t assemble it right, it won’t hold up when the wind comes. Same with insurance. You can buy a policy online, sure, but without someone to guide you, you might find out it doesn’t hold up when life throws you a storm.”

Harry frowned, setting his beer down. “Okay, fine. But isn’t it easier to just buy what a big company is offering? They’ve got the resources, and you know what you’re getting.”

Tom shook his head, smiling. “You know what you’re getting on paper, but who’s explaining the details? Who’s asking the right questions? An experienced agent takes that product and turns it into a service, Harry. They make sure you’re not just covered but properly covered.”

Harry crossed his arms. “So what, you’re saying I can’t trust a big company?”

“It’s not about trust—it’s about focus,” Tom said. “A big company is looking out for its bottom line. An agent? They’re looking out for you. When you work with someone who knows your situation, they’re not just selling you something—they’re solving a problem.”

Harry picked up a hammer, twirling it thoughtfully. “But doesn’t that mean paying more? I mean, if I can do it myself, why involve someone else?”

Tom flipped the burgers and turned back to Harry. “Because doing it yourself doesn’t always mean doing it right. An agent saves you time, stress, and often money in the long run. They’re like the foreman on a construction site—keeping everything on track so it doesn’t fall apart.”

“Alright, I get it,” Harry admitted, setting the hammer down. “But you’ve got to admit, it’s a lot easier to just go online and click a few buttons.”

Tom smirked, handing Harry a plate with a burger. “Easier? Maybe. But when you’re in a jam, do you want a call center on the other side of the country, or someone local who knows you? Insurance is about trust and service, Harry. It’s about having someone in your corner.”

Harry took a bite of his burger, chewing thoughtfully. “You’ve got a point. It’d be nice to have someone who actually knows what they’re doing when things go sideways.”

Tom raised his beer in a toast. “Exactly. Insurance isn’t just a product—it’s peace of mind. And that’s something you can’t get from a website.”

Harry laughed, clinking his beer against Tom’s. “You’re relentless, you know that?”

“Just looking out for you, Harry,” Tom said with a grin. “Now, let’s finish this pergola before that storm rolls in—speaking of being prepared.”

They both laughed, picking up their tools and getting back to work under the warm glow of the setting sun.