The life of a repo man is always intense.
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A few years back, my brother and I were flying back from Florida, and we struck up a conversation with the guy in our row of seats.
When we asked what he had been in Florida for, he said he had gone to a convention. Not just any convention, but a car repo convention!
I remember saying something like “What? I never knew there were “repo” conventions!”
And the guy said “Oh yeah.” He was a professional.
For the next few hours, we talked intermittently about his trade. I think what impressed me the most was when I asked him about the practice of people who know their car is ripe for repossession, to park in a difficult area, or in the middle of a group of cars.
As he examined a fingernail, he said “They always think they can park someplace we can’t get it, in the middle of a pack of cars and such. But we can.”
He said it in such an indifferent tone that I realized the arts of car repossession are more advanced today than they were back in the Seventies!
Who’da thunk it-A Repo Man Convention. What must that be like?
Especially if what is in the trunk glows in the dark. I saw that movie.
Came here for that.
Lets get a drink!