My truck got repossessed today while I was at work; snuck in there while I was in the middle of my shift unloading freight. My wallet was still in there (state ID, social security card, my fucking library card), along with my cellphone, a library book that I had to extend because I don’t know how long the battle over this truck is going to last, and my father’s field jacket.
Honestly, I could do without literally everything other than the jacket. Even the damn truck. But that jacket survived the Vietnam War and my dad gave it to me out of love. Just the idea that it’s in some repo company’s possession is driving me up a fucking wall. They don’t deserve it. They can’t have it. And that’s fucking final.
The only amount of joy I’m getting out of this comes after a phone call I had with the repo company. Their claiming that I have to pay 50 bucks to get all of my personal effects back. The CPD, on the other hand, are claiming the exact opposite. Given that the Cincinnati Police Department sounds a lot more lawful than a fucking shit-co repo company, I sided with them and asked one of District 4’s officers to be there when I see these guys face-to-face tomorrow afternoon.
Come Hell or high water, I’m getting my dad’s jacket back. And no, I’m not going to pay money for it because it’s already mine. I’m going to very politely ask the officer to please reclaim my things, then I’m going to give the repo people a blistering rant the likes of which they’ve never heard. They can keep the damn truck for all I care, but they can’t keep my personal belongings hostage under some ridiculous money-first clause that isn’t supported by state law.
I am a mad, mad Joey right now.
