Rob Groves

Anonymous I am a repo man. I take cars from people who don't pay their bills. It’s a dirty job, but it pays the rent. Last night, I had an order for a 2015 Honda. I found it parked in front of a run-down apartment complex. I backed my truck up and hooked it. A woman came running out in her pajamas. She wasn't screaming. She was begging. "Please," she sobbed. "I have a job interview tomorrow at 8 AM. If I don't get that job, we lose the apartment. It's my only way out." She looked at the car, then at the baby seat in the back. I looked at my paperwork. The bank pays me $300 per car. I looked at her face. She looked like she was drowning. I lowered the car back down. I unhooked the chains. "The transmission on my truck just jammed," I lied. "I can't tow you tonight. It’ll take me at least 24 hours to get this fixed." She stopped crying. She realized what I was doing. "Thank you," she whispered. "Go get that job," I told her. "And park around the block tomorrow night." I called the bank and told them I couldn't locate the vehicle. I lost $300. But I slept like a baby. People are more important than policy.