Consider the repo man
The repo man showed up at our door at 8:02 a.m. ... not for us, but to repossess a 2002 Buick bought by the son of the former owner of our house. They moved out in 2001, and we've continued to get bills addressed to the son.
For a long time, I thought it was just sad, that he must have forgotten to change his address on some things. Today removed the last bit of sympathy I had for him: this is the first proof I've had of dishonesty rather than simple error, since even with model years, he couldn't have been living here when he bought the car and used our address. Sol managed to convince the repo man that the son no longer lives here and hasn't since before he bought the car, and the man left. His truck said Saginaw; I hope he didn't drive all the way down here from there.
I guess we're lucky the punk hasn't shown a taste for VWs.
p.s. When you think your job is crappy, consider the repo man. Nobody ever says, "Oh, I'm so glad to see you!" to him. I think that's enough to put a spring in my step for storytime this morning.
For a long time, I thought it was just sad, that he must have forgotten to change his address on some things. Today removed the last bit of sympathy I had for him: this is the first proof I've had of dishonesty rather than simple error, since even with model years, he couldn't have been living here when he bought the car and used our address. Sol managed to convince the repo man that the son no longer lives here and hasn't since before he bought the car, and the man left. His truck said Saginaw; I hope he didn't drive all the way down here from there.
I guess we're lucky the punk hasn't shown a taste for VWs.
p.s. When you think your job is crappy, consider the repo man. Nobody ever says, "Oh, I'm so glad to see you!" to him. I think that's enough to put a spring in my step for storytime this morning.