Total Break Down!

Vehicle: 2007 Chevy Tahoe (Black) and a 2007 Chevy Corvette (Red)
Debtor: “Mr. Thomas” &  “Mrs. Thomas”
Location: Michigan
Time of year: Summer

It was about 5 o’clock on a nice sunny day.  I received an order over the fax for a 2007 Corvette in a neighborhood that I happened to be extremely familiar with.  I was making a phone call to a friend of mine that lives in the same neighborhood when the fax went off again. It was another order for the same Debtor. It was a double pop, 2 cars one address. We would be looking for a 2007 Vette and a 2007 Tahoe.  the friend of mine that I was calling didn’t answer so I just decided to jump in the truck and head right to the given address.  It was about a 35 minute ride from the office so I got to the addy at about 5:45pm. 

As soon as I turned the corner I could see the Corvette sitting in the driveway. There was a Tahoe in the garage as well but it was blue and too old.  I passed up the addy at first just to get a better look into the garage and to be able to see the Tahoe license plate.  I confirmed that this was not our Tahoe but the license plate on the Vette did match our records.  I turned around a couple of driveways down and started to lower my lift.  I pulled into the drive directly across the street from my car and backed into it.  I lifted the Corvette just enough to get a chain on the axle, and was careful not to lift it too much that the front bumper would hit the ground.  I was able to get a chain on it and one strap before “Mr. Thomas” even came outside. “What the fuck do you think your doing?” screamed “Mr. Thomas”.  “I just fuckin’ paid the bank earlier today!” he kept yelling. Over and over again. He was pissed……I couldn’t get a word out to save my life. 

It was one excuse after the other and I have heard them all.  Haha…he thought losing his Vette  was bad.  You should have seen him when I told him he had to call his wife and she had to bring me the Tahoe as well.  He flipped out!  He started frantically making phone calls to the bank and his wife’s cell phone.  Luckily for me his wife was not picking up.  The bank however did answer.  He had no intentions on telling the bank that I was there. He immediately started asking to make a payment.  This is bad for me because if he makes a payment or even payment arrangements before the bank knows I am here they might cancel the order.  I called the bank as fast as I could to make them aware of my being in the driveway hooked to the Vette.  I got a hold of the case managers associate, “Mark”, who answered the extension only because the debtor was on the other line with this accounts manager, “Kevin”.  I explained the situation to “Mark” and he placed me on hold so he could go tell “Kevin”. 

Just then “Mrs. Thomas” pulled into the drive in the 07 Tahoe. “Mr. Thomas” was still inside the house. She jumped out of the Tahoe on fire! Screaming at me like I was a piece of shit. In fact, she might have even called me a piece of shit, amongst other rude and vulgar terms.  She asked where her husband was and I told her he was in the house.  She ran inside to talk to him foolishly forgetting her keys on the seat of the Vette when she reached in to grab the garage door opener.  As soon as she shut the door I hopped into the Tahoe and drove it into the street.  I popped the hood and took every fuse out of the fuse box.  As I shut the hood they both came outside. “Mrs, Thomas” saw that I took the Tahoe and it was all over. As she fell to the ground kicking and screaming like a 5 year old I called for a flatbed to come pick up the Vette. Meanwhile back on “Mrs. Thomas’” planet it was time to through a fit. 

This lady kicked, screamed, wined, bitched, and moaned more than anyone I had ever seen.  She went back into the house and proceeded to throw knives into the walls of the kitchen.  Her husband, trying to calm her down, only further enraged her.  She picked up a baseball bat and started beating her stove and her range hood.  This was my cue to call the local police and get out of there.  Now the police were on there way and I still had to wait for the flatbed.  I tried to keep to myself while certain people were having a breakdown but “Mrs. Thomas” had made her way to the driveway where she proceeded to pick up lava rocks from her front landscape and throw them at me and my truck.  Just then my flatbed arrived and two squad cars right behind him.  I helped my guy load the Vette and he helped me load the Tahoe while the police dealt with the Thomas’. 

We left as soon as we were loaded.  About 10 minutes later I received a call from police dispatch asking me if I was assaulted at all.  I told them I was not and no charges were filed against “Mr. or Mrs. Thomas.”  Needless to say they did not get either vehicle back after the events that took place.  Sorry “Mr. & Mrs. Thomas” No hard feelings.  Oh, by the way….the Vette handles great!  Chalk up 2 more for the RepoMan……