His name was Max Willie. He owned a transmission shop. In the early seventies I took a transmission into his shop for an estimate. I gave explicit instructions that they not proceed with the repair until I was informed of the cost.
When I inquired about the estimate I was told by the son that the repair was done and the bill was $350. That was more than I paid for the transmission.
I complained and said I asked for an estimate. I did not authorize the repair. The son referred me to the elder Willie. When talked to him he said. "OK if you don't want to pay I own the transmission. I took him to court. The judge found for me after some very tough questioning.
I got a judgment of execution and Willie refused to comply. I went back to court and Willie was found to be in contempt of the order and I was awarded an additional $300 in punitive damages.
Unfortunately since I represented myself I had to server the judgment to Willie myself. When I served him in his shop he told me. "You better get out of here now."
It was only later that I learned from friends in the local auto industry that he survived the Battle of Stalingrad and WALKED back to Germany.
The man was not someone to be f***ed with. I did however get my money. But the look on Willies face when I served him sent a chill up my spine. I was 23 and he was fifty. I knew from that encounter that he was not afraid of any two legged creature.
Oh my! That's one frightening experience! What happened later? Was he arrested?
Thanks for taking the trouble to explain this.
Did you put him on your Christmas list?
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