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Look out Rednecks, because Twitch is on the prowl again!
This time, he was after a Chevrolet Suburban, and because the Gods of Fortune (tm) can't be pissed at you ALL of the time, it was right where the repo order said it would be the first time he checked on it.
So he goes in for the load.
About halfway through, a rather peeved lady comes out on the porch and asks him "Can I help you?"
"Nope" says Twitch, "I got this"
"Well, why are you taking it? I made a payment!" she says. Twitch holds up his paperwork
"Repo order says take it, so I don't know what to tell you, call your bank"
By now, he's hoping to keep her talking long enough so that he can finish loading and start pulling out before she says the magic words "put it down" and he has to legally abandon the attempt.
"Well, I have stuff in there, can I get it?" she asks
"Sure, if you give me the keys"
"I ain't givin' you no f*cking keys to my car!" she declares
Twitch senses, based on the woman's current attire of holed-up sweatpants and dirty t shirt, apparently ordered from the spring 2014 catalog's "Deadbeat Skank" collection, that since none of her garments have pockets, she probably doesn't have the vehicle's keys on her at the moment.... and gets a brilliant idea.
He pulls open the door, hits the "lock" button, and then cheerfully slams it shut.
The, ahem, "lady" gives him a dirty look and quickly turns to run back inside, probably for the keys.
Twitch uses this opportunity to quick pull out into the street. Now the law says it's ours, and he quickly speed-dials the police and reports it so they don't get a call about a stolen SUV.
Now the lady returns, with the keys...
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?"
"Mine now" says Twitch, "Can I have the keys too?"
Lady gives the atomic F-bomb salute to Twitch, he smiles and drives off.
A couple blocks later, his phone starts ringing.
It's the police.
No, not Sting, the cops he just reported the repo to.
"You're the gentleman who just did a repo on a 04' Chevy Suburban at *address*?"
"Yes Sir"
"And just to confirm, the debtor's name was *lady's name*?"
"Yep"
There is a large, audible, sigh...
"I don't suppose there's anyway you can take that back, is there?'
"Nope, mine"
"Well, my Sargent is pretty pissed right now, see, he needs that lady in court tomorrow as a witness, and, now she doesn't have any way to get there since you took her car."
"Call her a cab, it's not my problem, she should have made her payments" Twitch says.
"Yeah, I know, legally I can't make you take it back, I was just wondering if you could cut us a break"
"Sorry, I got to eat, I don't bring this back, I don't get paid my commission"
"Figured as much" says the cop and hangs up.
Sorry guys, but maybe if she hadn't spent all her money bailing out her boyfriend (from the sound of it anyway) she could have avoided the repo man for at least until the trial of all his buddies was over....
Again, I don't know if that's exactly what happened, but given the circumstantial evidence, and that little voice of experience in the back of my head, that's sure what it SOUNDED like was happening before we complicated things a bit.
This time, he was after a Chevrolet Suburban, and because the Gods of Fortune (tm) can't be pissed at you ALL of the time, it was right where the repo order said it would be the first time he checked on it.
So he goes in for the load.
About halfway through, a rather peeved lady comes out on the porch and asks him "Can I help you?"
"Nope" says Twitch, "I got this"
"Well, why are you taking it? I made a payment!" she says. Twitch holds up his paperwork
"Repo order says take it, so I don't know what to tell you, call your bank"
By now, he's hoping to keep her talking long enough so that he can finish loading and start pulling out before she says the magic words "put it down" and he has to legally abandon the attempt.
"Well, I have stuff in there, can I get it?" she asks
"Sure, if you give me the keys"
"I ain't givin' you no f*cking keys to my car!" she declares
Twitch senses, based on the woman's current attire of holed-up sweatpants and dirty t shirt, apparently ordered from the spring 2014 catalog's "Deadbeat Skank" collection, that since none of her garments have pockets, she probably doesn't have the vehicle's keys on her at the moment.... and gets a brilliant idea.
He pulls open the door, hits the "lock" button, and then cheerfully slams it shut.
The, ahem, "lady" gives him a dirty look and quickly turns to run back inside, probably for the keys.
Twitch uses this opportunity to quick pull out into the street. Now the law says it's ours, and he quickly speed-dials the police and reports it so they don't get a call about a stolen SUV.
Now the lady returns, with the keys...
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?"
"Mine now" says Twitch, "Can I have the keys too?"
Lady gives the atomic F-bomb salute to Twitch, he smiles and drives off.
A couple blocks later, his phone starts ringing.
It's the police.
No, not Sting, the cops he just reported the repo to.
"You're the gentleman who just did a repo on a 04' Chevy Suburban at *address*?"
"Yes Sir"
"And just to confirm, the debtor's name was *lady's name*?"
"Yep"
There is a large, audible, sigh...
"I don't suppose there's anyway you can take that back, is there?'
"Nope, mine"
"Well, my Sargent is pretty pissed right now, see, he needs that lady in court tomorrow as a witness, and, now she doesn't have any way to get there since you took her car."
"Call her a cab, it's not my problem, she should have made her payments" Twitch says.
"Yeah, I know, legally I can't make you take it back, I was just wondering if you could cut us a break"
"Sorry, I got to eat, I don't bring this back, I don't get paid my commission"
"Figured as much" says the cop and hangs up.
Sorry guys, but maybe if she hadn't spent all her money bailing out her boyfriend (from the sound of it anyway) she could have avoided the repo man for at least until the trial of all his buddies was over....
Again, I don't know if that's exactly what happened, but given the circumstantial evidence, and that little voice of experience in the back of my head, that's sure what it SOUNDED like was happening before we complicated things a bit.
Or fan girls..... 
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