What I do for a living is repossess vehicles. Usually I repo vehicles where the owner has repeatedly failed to meet a scheduled financial commitment, due the primary lien holder. In short, if you don’t make the payments, I steal the vehicle from you and return it to the finance company.
I’m the best repo man in the world (and I’m very modest as well.)
I started out in the repo thing as a desperate kid who would rip off anything that would run. Now, I’m at the top of my profession and only take on very difficult, very complex jobs, where my customer is willing to make the requisite financial commitment. To put it bluntly, I can get it, even when no one else can, but it’s gonna cost you big time, if you really want it!
I live in a rural area, not too far from a big city. My home, such as it is, is a former Air Force repair facility. The facility actually isn’t too elegant, but I have a rather complete machine shop, including some fancy numerical control machines that I could never afford to buy. However, the government wanted out and the machines were too much trouble to move. (The government has these people, called taxpayers, to pay the bills that the government runs up. Taxpayers got lotsa money.)
One of the former repair bays in my facility has been converted into a well equipped gym. I work out in the gym. I work out hard, pretty much day by day, with different work out routines each day. I don’t really need to work out except that, in my profession, the need to outrun or outfight some of the debtors in possession can be the difference between life and death. To be specific, my life or my death.
I have just finished my morning workout, breakfasted and showered. I’m now ready for the work of the day. I had planned to do some machining work, however, I first have an appointment to meet a prospective new repo client.
I drive my battered old pickup truck over to the place where I’m to meet the prospective client. I pull up in front of the lady, who’s waiting at the appointed spot. She eyes my truck with distaste. She obviously doesn’t like the looks of ‘old paint.’