My Crazy Job

I have an unusual job. I work for a repossession company. I cover the Las Vegas area. Usually it is a very negative experience but sometime I get updates from my agents that are pretty entertaining. I thought I would share some of my favorites. Enjoy!

Ran given address. There appeared to be a Gang meeting tonight so I kept on rolling. Will run again REAL late when theyre passed out and give them something to talk about.

Door knocked the Forest Falls address. An intoxicated man answered the door and claimed the debtor wasnt home. I told him I was here for the vehicle. An intoxicated woman then came to the door. They then told me they were going to get their things out of the vehicle. The woman got in and started the car and started to backup. I advised her not to hit my truck. The man then said I should move my truck and I told him no that he needed to surrender his vehicle. The man then told me he was going to go get something to move my truck. I told him that if he came out with a gun that he was going to jail. He chilled for a drunk second. Meanwhile, drunk woman is in vehicle and won't get out. Drunk man opens garage and drunk woman tries to park vehicle in garage full of boxes. About this time I decide to retreat before I start drinking. As I am leaving, the man approaches and states that the vehicle will be ready for pickup tomorrow. But for the grace of God, there go I.

I ran the Searles address. I knocked on the door but they wouldn't answer. With blankets for curtains and this being the ghetto...these are some poor black people. The only boat the are going to own is one that floats in the bathtub.

It must be a full moon. Went to the Sahara address. Old black man on security wouldn't let me in the complex. Called the cops and held me there with BIG gun. After things settled, met up with a man wearing a tinfoil cap pushing his LOVE van down the middle of the highway. Asked if I could help and were met up with our friendly neighborhood po-lice again. Going home before I end up becoming Bubbas cellmate.

The given is a good address. The woman I spoke with was approx 60 years old. If she is the daughter, mother needs a walker when she drives. Without a POE, hooking this will be the sun, moon and ALL the stars lining up as well as my lucky rabbit in my pocket.

The unit is not showing at the given address. I have drove this area morning, noon and night and unless this is a Velcro car and they are taking it apart and parking it in the house everyday, this isn't a good address.

That's just a few of them. There are always interesting cases. Right now we are looking for a treanssexual escort who goes by both Tori and Rodney. We've had a debtor threaten to call the police on us because we stole his "blunt" out of this vehicle when we recovered it and we had a debtor come out when we had his car hooked and break out the windows with a baseball bat, slash his tires with his pocketknife, get in and drive the car OFF our lift with the flat tires, drive it down into a steep embankment and then walk back and tell the agent "Now you can have it".