Why Have a Job?
Why Have a Job?
Don't you just love the feeling of almost being asleep, knowing that you will be sound asleep within moments; the kind of sleep where you have a smile on your face as you lay there waiting for the sandman to play his tune? Yeah, sleep, my favorite thing to do.
Well, it has been a long time since I had that feeling, because of the job I have. I really don't like to call it a job; I'd rather call it an adventure. I kind of figure that I am like the mailman...hail, rain, snow, it doesn't matter, the mail is going to get delivered one way or the other. Just like what I do for a living, except my saying is: "Daytime, nighttime, all of the time, the cars will get repossessed!"
Yeah, that's right, I am THE REPO GUY. I'm the guy who is going to take off in your smooth ride while you are in the movie theater with your new girlfriend. Or maybe I'll wait for you to get in view of your car with your new girlfriend, only to smile, wave and drive off, dropping a little note to contact the bank for further info.
Think about it: What other way can a guy make over a hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year, stealing cars, and not get thrown in prison? Sign me up I said!
A lot of people ask me what my greatest car repossession was. And I tell them that they are all great. Too bad for the people who cannot afford their car payments. Oh well, too bad. Those are the kind of people who keep me in business.
There is, however, one particular CORVETTE REPO that I'm quite proud of. Let me tell you a story about a guy who had a dental appointment and decided to stop at the CORVETTE STORE to kill a half hour before his appointment. But before I begin this story I want to suggest that we have a bit of reader participation. Your part is to put yourself in the shoes of the person who put himself in hawk up to his eyeballs over a sports car that he knew he could not afford in the first place. Not just for entertainment purposes, but for the REALITY of the situation. Yeah you. This could be you, or this may be you. And don't think that for one second that it can't be you!
Now, some of you are thinking, "Well something like this would never happen to me. I'm a responsible person. I pay all of my bills on time." You see, that's what this guy--let's call him MR. DEBT--who signed his name on the dotted line over and over and over again, and drove off with a brand spanking new CORVETTE thought!!! "I can afford this nice sporty sports car. I deserve to have something nice for all of the long hours that I put in at my MISERABLE JOB." But MR. DEBT's job was a bit on the shaky side as far as a job security goes.
MR. DEBT even told the SHARP DRESSED SLICK TALKING SALESMAN at the CORVETTE STORE that his supervisor job at the paper factory was on the shaky side, even though MR. DEBT had been employed at the paper factory for over fifteen years.
The salesman's reply to that was, "Well, MR. DEBT," as the SHARP DRESSED SLICK TALKING SALESMAN slipped his arm around MR. DEBT's shoulder (again), "obviously you are a man with many resources. Look how outstanding your credit is. This clearly states that you are a man of integrity."
That comment had sent MR. DEBT into spending heaven. You see, no matter how many objections that MR. DEBT put across to the SHARP DRESSED SLICK TALKING SALESMAN, he'd simply smile, and say something else to keep poor MR. DEBT on the roller coaster of emotions until MR. DEBT was behind the wheel of the overpriced sports car to the tune of eight hundred and ninety-two dollars a month for only a simplified (THE SHARP DRESSED SLICK TALKING SALESMAN didn't even know if the word simplified was a real word, it just sounded good at the time, and he knew that it would make MR. DEBT feel more intelligent than MR. DEBT really was - making MR. DEBT a bigger sucker with every word that came out of his mouth ) ninety-six months.
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