The Repo Man Strikes

Just when I think things can't get any worse. The Repo Man strikes.

Alma, my Sweet Songbird of the South, barely recovered from Hurricane Ike's various aggravations, got fresh, unnecessary aggravation yesterday.

Alma is down in Port Aransas, Texas. If you read my blog religiously, you already knew that.

The car she has been buying, that she needs for work, has had a major malfunction of late. That's why Alma's brother-in-law had to come get her off the island and away from any interaction with Ike.

Alma was slightly behind in her car payments on the car that did not run. Alma had communicated with her lender, who let her know they would work with her to get her back up to speed, so to speak.

And then, yesterday, Alma looks out her window to see no car. Her guitar and all her music stuff and other important things were in that car.

Alma ran out of her house and down the street and found the Repo Man stuck in the mud with her car in tow. She asked him to let her get her stuff. He told her she'd have to go to Corpus Christi to recover her possessions.

About then a Port Aransas cop, who Alma knew, showed up, assessed the situation, told the Repo Man that he made a mistake in not extending the courtesy of letting local law enforcement know he was going to take a car. The cop told Alma to get her stuff. The cop then drove Alma and her stuff back to her place.

In the meantime I'm thinking right now all these huge multi-billion dollar financial institutions, that have shafted who knows how many people, are now asking for bailouts from the Feds. While little people, like Alma, don't have that avenue of help. The Feds are not going to help Alma out with her car problem. Or the financial woes Ike caused her.

Who would order in a Repo Man days after a place is recovering from a hurricane? That just ain't right.