So You Want To Be A Repo Man?

I was the repo man, and they were the angryif we tried to pull it out. He decided we had to go
mob. I was earning my fifteen dollars on thatinside and ask the owner for the keys. We found
night.the man at the bar, and he pretended not to hear
"He's the repo man," the father said to his son.a word we said. He just stared at his drink.
"But why is he taking our car, daddy?" the littleEveryone else heard us, though, and they were all
boy asked. His mother was digging out the last ofhis friends.
the clothing that was frozen to the floor of theA crowd began to form as Jason hooked up to
trunk.the car. They made rude comments and watched
"Well son, we didn't make the payments, andus, but then, as the car was pulled out, it did hit
when you can't pay for it, you don't get to keepthe wall, and the turn-signal light cover was
it," he patiently explained. I took the keys frombroken. The crowd went wild, yelling and
him. I took the car instead of hooking it up, andthreatening us. Unfortunately, we had to stop
my brother, Jason (who owned the towingright there to hook the car up properly.
business) drove his tow truck, so it would beI grabbed my baseball bat and ran into the bar to
ready for the next repossession. The little boycall the police. Afterwards, I ran back out, waving
stood in the yard and watched as the repo manthe bat around. By this time, Jason was on top of
drove away in the family car.the tow truck, with the angry mob circling below
I don't remember exactly, but they probablyhim. Someone had thrown a beer bottle, and we
owed less than a thousand on the car. It waswould later discover that in the chaos my brother
worth even less than what they owed. I had tolost a toolbox full of expensive tools.
stop occasionally to use snow to clean theThe police arrived quickly, and added threw their
windshield - the wipers were broken. I wish all ourown insults our way (nobody likes a repo man),
repossessions went this smoothly.but they kept the mob at bay while we hooked
A Scarier Repo Man Storyup. At least there was no fist fight, and nobody
Later that month we were in a small town topulled a gun on us, or fired shots over our heads.
take some Pontiac. We cruised behind a couple ofThese three things would happen on later jobs.
the bars in town - generally a good place to look.Jason never was paid enough for the work, and
At the second bar, we found our car, andhe gave me just $15 per car retrieved (this was
checked the VIN (vehicle identification number) toalmost 20 years ago). I think in our best night we
be sure. We didn't have keys for this one, so werepossessed four cars. Moral of the story? There
would have to tow it.are better ways to make a living than being a
Unfortunately, the wheels were turned slightly,repo man.
and Jason decided it would likely hit the brick wall