As my world churns
If my life were written up and submitted as a plot for a new soap opera, not only would it be utterly rejected, the unfortunate writer forced to associate his name with it would be black-listed for life.
I stopped at the service station this morning (second time this week) and actually managed to catch the owner there. The conversation went something like this:
Me: where's the Jeep?
Him: I junked it.
Me: When?
Him: Last week sometime.
Me: Where?
Him: (Mumbled the name of some place that I apparently complete misheard.)
Me: Do you have a bill of sale?
Him: (....thoughtful pause...) No.
Me: (as I walk away) Get an attorney.
Calls have been made to the insurance company. A complaint will be made in person to the police tomorrow after I get out of work. At first I wanted to do it in the morning, but my Ex has to go with me (it was her vehicle, after all), and tomorrow she's got a job interview. Yeah, I was very pleasantly surprised by that too.
This should go better than my last foray into the law, as I am holding the better hand: I have the title to the Jeep.
I stopped at the service station this morning (second time this week) and actually managed to catch the owner there. The conversation went something like this:
Me: where's the Jeep?
Him: I junked it.
Me: When?
Him: Last week sometime.
Me: Where?
Him: (Mumbled the name of some place that I apparently complete misheard.)
Me: Do you have a bill of sale?
Him: (....thoughtful pause...) No.
Me: (as I walk away) Get an attorney.
Calls have been made to the insurance company. A complaint will be made in person to the police tomorrow after I get out of work. At first I wanted to do it in the morning, but my Ex has to go with me (it was her vehicle, after all), and tomorrow she's got a job interview. Yeah, I was very pleasantly surprised by that too.
This should go better than my last foray into the law, as I am holding the better hand: I have the title to the Jeep.