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Guy calls and asks for pricing on a tow for his Camaro.
His car needs to go from his house to a friends house about 10 miles down the road.
Is quoted $60, accepts tow
Driver is dispatched to location of vehicle, but as soon as he pulls into the driveway of the house (well, trailer actually) an irate woman comes running out telling the driver to get off her property and if he left as much as a tire track on the drive she’ll sue him.
Now confused, driver calls the customer back and asks if there’s been some mistake. He thinks he’s at the right address, he sees what he thinks is the car, but wasn’t expecting the warm welcome from little miss manic.
Customer now fesses up that he’s not calling from the house, he’s calling from a hotel down the street, and the crazy lady is his ex-girlfriend who threw him out and he just wants his car back.
Driver decides he’s not stepping into the middle of a domestic dispute and tells the guy to work it out with his girlfriend and call us back when she’s agreed to let us on the property to get the car.
Guy says he can’t do that, there’s a court-order in place that he can’t have any contact with her, if he makes so much as a phone call, they’ll toss him in jail. Oh sunshine and lollipops! This just keeps getting better.
Manic woman now figures out who the driver is talking to and starts yelling demands. “Tell him I want that cellphone back too! It’s mine and he knows it!” Guy hears her yelling in the background and tells the driver to “Tell her she’s a rotten fuckin’ bitch!” Our driver is in NO way going to play this game and tells the guy on the line to sort it out himself, and call us back when he has a solution. Guy starts whining that he really wants his car, and can’t we just, maybe, push it out of the driveway for him? So he can pick it up later? The court order doesn’t cover the street in front of the house. He says the keys are in it, but we’ll have to push it, because the motor is blown. Oh Lordy …. Driver refuses and leaves.
Guy calls back EIGHT times pleading with us to please, please, get his car back from his psycho ex. We tell him that we have no intention of dodging thrown cutlery or possibly incurring criminal or civil charges against us for a, no offense, measly $60 tow.
Finally, we get a call from the police. They have an officer on scene with the car, and have talked to the girlfriend and told her that she has to release the vehicle because she isn’t the registered owner ,and their officer will stand by to keep the peace as we load.
Driver returns and finds that the car is now stuffed full of junk, probably everything the girlfriend could find that belonged to him, or was touched by him, or even looked at for more than a few fleeting seconds by him, or even things he might have THOUGHT about looking at at one point. About 2 hours after the whole thing started so innocently, our driver finally manages to leave with the car.
To his credit, the guy gave the driver a big tip when he dropped it off for him.
Now, here’s a fun little game we all can play, I want you to go back and tell me how many white-trash stereotypes we hit during the course of this story!
Winner gets a free trip to Awesometown.
His car needs to go from his house to a friends house about 10 miles down the road.
Is quoted $60, accepts tow
Driver is dispatched to location of vehicle, but as soon as he pulls into the driveway of the house (well, trailer actually) an irate woman comes running out telling the driver to get off her property and if he left as much as a tire track on the drive she’ll sue him.
Now confused, driver calls the customer back and asks if there’s been some mistake. He thinks he’s at the right address, he sees what he thinks is the car, but wasn’t expecting the warm welcome from little miss manic.
Customer now fesses up that he’s not calling from the house, he’s calling from a hotel down the street, and the crazy lady is his ex-girlfriend who threw him out and he just wants his car back.
Driver decides he’s not stepping into the middle of a domestic dispute and tells the guy to work it out with his girlfriend and call us back when she’s agreed to let us on the property to get the car.
Guy says he can’t do that, there’s a court-order in place that he can’t have any contact with her, if he makes so much as a phone call, they’ll toss him in jail. Oh sunshine and lollipops! This just keeps getting better.
Manic woman now figures out who the driver is talking to and starts yelling demands. “Tell him I want that cellphone back too! It’s mine and he knows it!” Guy hears her yelling in the background and tells the driver to “Tell her she’s a rotten fuckin’ bitch!” Our driver is in NO way going to play this game and tells the guy on the line to sort it out himself, and call us back when he has a solution. Guy starts whining that he really wants his car, and can’t we just, maybe, push it out of the driveway for him? So he can pick it up later? The court order doesn’t cover the street in front of the house. He says the keys are in it, but we’ll have to push it, because the motor is blown. Oh Lordy …. Driver refuses and leaves.
Guy calls back EIGHT times pleading with us to please, please, get his car back from his psycho ex. We tell him that we have no intention of dodging thrown cutlery or possibly incurring criminal or civil charges against us for a, no offense, measly $60 tow.
Finally, we get a call from the police. They have an officer on scene with the car, and have talked to the girlfriend and told her that she has to release the vehicle because she isn’t the registered owner ,and their officer will stand by to keep the peace as we load.
Driver returns and finds that the car is now stuffed full of junk, probably everything the girlfriend could find that belonged to him, or was touched by him, or even looked at for more than a few fleeting seconds by him, or even things he might have THOUGHT about looking at at one point. About 2 hours after the whole thing started so innocently, our driver finally manages to leave with the car.
To his credit, the guy gave the driver a big tip when he dropped it off for him.
Now, here’s a fun little game we all can play, I want you to go back and tell me how many white-trash stereotypes we hit during the course of this story!
Winner gets a free trip to Awesometown.
Did I get it right?
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
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