Fred:

Great story. I can hear the gnashing of teeth. Can only imagine the conversation between repo man, who hears it all the time, and the Leopard.

Larry

Just watch any episode of Op Repo with a woman RO in it.

It's freaky. They scream and yell and plead, as if that is going to make any difference. Repo man is here to get your car and has heard it all already.

Should've put a voice activated recorder on the repo man.

Not much, according to the repo man. Some CDs, papers and stuff. Quite obviously nothing so important to her that she would bargain for.

and I hate her taste in music.

Fred, I've been following your sitch and have to tell you how happy I am for you to win this little victory. Enjoy it. You have earned that ride on the beach my friend.

I doubt it would have been very entertaining.

The Leopard is not a Histrionic. Rather, she takes a steely, squinty-eyed, slow-burn-to-anger stance. Almost haughty and superior.

And yes, the repo guy was a large, tattooed, bearded truck driver (actually, a very pleasant and amiable guy when I spoke with him -- I guess it all depends on which side you're on).

I'm not sure I'm very interested in learning about their conversation (the Plan B aspect, after all). If he offers information I will listen to be polite, but I'm not going to ask for details...

My brother and I retrieved his car from his xW (before they were divorced but when she filed rather than stopping her affair with a guy from another state (he dumped her when she let him know she was single, BTW).

We got a set of keys made by the dealer, drove into this quiet neighborhood at about 10:30 one night. This is the kind of place where the cops were called when a strange car came onto the end of the block, dead end street, almost a gated community.

Slipped into the lot at the apartment building with the lights off. I made my way to the car, opened the door with the key for the door, slid into the seat, put the key in the ignition and...found out that she had lost the key and had a new ignition lock installed.

So the NEXT night we were back armed with the tools of the trade. I popped the lock, slipped in the dummy and were were on the road. A block away I realized the gas gauge said "E" which on this kind of car meant "Walk."

Rolled into the station a mile down the road on fumes, drove the car home (to my brother's place) and called the cops to tell them we had the car. She'd already called by then. Car was in his name. Officer Collins thought it was humorous.

In fact he hired my brother and I to retrieve a car from his xW few months later...

Mark

Thank you, SoL. And back at'cha.

This is the final string that ties The Leopard and me together.

Oh, I imagine there will be some residual fallout (I've written my lawyer alerting her that there may be flames emanating from her inbox in the morning). But now there is absolutely nothing left. She can say, do, go, scr*w anyone and anything she wants to. I'm done.

Come to think of it, she's been scr*wing herself for quite some time...

Yeah, I didn't figure it would've seriously yielded anything. Just trying to be funny.

Have a blessed Plan B/D!

Thanks for the reminder, markos.

I remember the final exchange between my soon-to-be ex-stepdaughter and me the day of the final move-out:

STBXSD: (Sneering) Fred, have a good life.

ME: I have a GREAT life.

That hasn't changed. Hers, on the other hand, is circling in the whirlpool of the toilet.

-"Repo Man", 1984.

-ol' 2long

Sins of the mothers passed on the next generation of users.

Larry

Uh Mark, is there something you want to tell us about a past life.


Did you work your way through college as a repo man? Are you large, bearded and tattooed.



Great story though, especially when the cop hired you. Did you get any referrals from him?

Larry

A premonition. History is about to repeat itself.

Any takers?

Which would mean she would revise her personal narrative so she could hook another one. Make note that as she ages, her market value will decline to the point where her bait will only attract bottom feeders.

Larry

An observation I made to my daughter last night. Her looks are fading, she can't make babies, she doesn't work, has no credit and isn't a trust fund baby.

At some point, "Mr. Happiness" is going to be a toothless wino, and the two of them will spend their days scraping 7-Eleven parking lots for discarded lottery tickets.

Toothless Wino? I know the perfect man for your STBXWW!

I had your story in mind when I posted that.

This is so funny. Good job, Mark!

Sounds like you need to get the locks changed.

tl