Hanging paper on delinquent mortgagers is
a part time job I do. What I bring are possible solutions. After me in a few
weeks come the ones serving foreclosure papers.
A recent call had two female names on the
paper in a location close to our Teachers College; excuse me, University of
Northern Colorado. The residents turned out to be two “womyn” in their fifties
wearing permanent grievance expressions. I believe they are ivory tower
inhabitants.
They disapproved immediately of the
presence of a 6’ 300 lb male with no effeminate manners knocking on their door.
After introducing myself, identifying as a collection agent, and handing them
the bad news letter, I started to leave. They both started complaining and
working themselves into a snowflake snit when I said, in my best command voice,
“Stop”! They did, shocked and angry expressions showing, and then I added, “If
you don’t want collectors at your door, pay your bills”. Giving them my least insincere smile, added, “Have
a nice evening”, turned and walked away.
The chorus of sputtering and outrage that
followed me would have warmed my heart, if I had one (h/t Fredd).
Cruel world, it is, and if you borrow
money with the promise to pay it back, no “special privilege” exists, IMO.
Doing this work, I am polite, courteous,
and impersonal. It is their problem, and they own it.
A boss I had was fond of saying, “That is
not my monkey, and you are not giving it to me”.
That said, if they want to be assholes,
they are amateurs going up against a professional.
