I guess for those of you who don’t know me I should give a
little background. Even for those for
you who have known me for years may not know how I went from College as an
Equine major, to an EMT, to a Combat Medic in the Army Reserve, to a Bail Bond
Agent but that’s how it went. Looking
back it has been a crazy turn of events that has brought me to this point in my
life and sometimes I have to stop and wonder where I will be in 10, 20, 30
years, but who doesn’t think about that.
So I was deployed to Kuwait in early 2010 and was there
until November 20th 2010.
While I was there I did some convey missions to Iraq. I came back home to Arizona on December 13
2010. About two weeks later I went back
to work doing security at a Casino in Laughlin, NV. Most of the time I got along at work and had
some fun but I just wasn’t happy where I was in my life.
My boyfriend Robert has had a Bail Bond Company for about 19
years. So I quit my Job and started
doing Bail Bonds and with it sometimes comes knocking on doors like an idiot
and making it all up as I go.
Disclaimer names will be changed to protect client privacy
even though arrest and court records are a matter of public record.
I guess I should start with my first bond I ever wrote.
My first bond was not a “behind the desk bond” were you
bring me money and collateral and I give you a bond. Of course I had no idea what I was doing or
getting into at the time. The client had
been calling our office for I would say about 2 weeks when I finally got ahold
of his girlfriend who confirmed that she did have the truck and the collateral
to go against the money for the premium.
In my eyes this was going to be a cut and dry deal. I pick Marvin up from jail, drive him to his
house in Lake Havasu get the truck title, and the four wheeler to hold on to,
and that would be the end of it until they paid us the rest of the money.
That was not how it went down. I did get Marvin out of jail but I had my car
and need the truck to pick up the 4 wheeler.
The drive from the jail to my house to get the truck was
uneventful. The drive to Lake Havasu was
uneventful and I thought everything was going just great until we were getting
into town. The truck began to overheat
and of course I have no idea what to do.
Marvin turns the heat on full blast and tells me we are now just around
the corner from his house. At this point
I thought I could make it (which we did) but not before something in the truck
blew and next thing I know we are engulfed in white smoke.
Marvin, while still in handcuffs, gets out of the truck and
decides he can fix the truck. Of course
by this time I am at his mercy and the tides had changed. What else was I supposed to do? They didn’t have anything about trucks
blowing up on the Bail Bond Agent test!!!!!!!
Robert was off on a train somewhere, I was an hour from home with an
overheating truck that had just blown something. So I took his cuffs of and let him go at the
truck.
Marvin and his brother found that the hose that connects to
the place where you put the coolant in had broken. (See how much I know about cars.) So they took a straight piece of hose out of their
truck (yes the one that I just took the title for) and put it in my truck and
said it should, key word, SHOULD, get me home.
The problem was I was supposed to be taking a 4 wheeler home with me and
I just didn’t think that the truck should be pushed too hard, so, I went shopping
in their garage, so to speak. I finally
came to settle on a generator that look in decent enough shape and I thought
could be worth at least $500 for the money that was owed to me.
They load up the generator tied in down for me and we finished
up the paperwork. I unwillingly got back
in to the death truck and started back home.
I think I got about 5 miles before that damn thing over heated
again.
By this I was emotional wreck. Not only was it my first time in Lake Havasu,
but in my mind I was a failure at this Bail Bond thing. I had blown up Robert’s truck (I forgot to
mention it was Robert’s truck. J), I didn’t get the collateral I had set out to
get, they had taken apart a truck that was supposed to be in great shape to try
and fix my truck and now I was still stuck.
When Robert finally answer my text which said (911 Emergency The truck
is broke L)
I was a mess. I can only imagine what
Robert thought listening to me on the other line when he called me back. But Robert being the voice of reason told me
to have the truck towed to somewhere safe and he would fix it. Then call my mother and have her come pick me
up.
The tow truck cost me 70 bucks for them to drive it to their
lot about 10 miles away. I wasn’t
staying in that lot while I waited for mom (who was not happy about having to
come pick me up at 11 PM) to come get me because that lot was more like an alley
and didn’t have anything nearby. So the
nice tow truck women dropped me off at a gas station and I waited for
mother.
I had a long time to sit and think about what had just
happened and how much worst it could have been. Then I remember I still had the damn
generator strapped down in the back of the truck! I couldn’t leave it there to get stolen, that
was the last thing I needed at this point!!!! So when mom and aunt Kathy arrived
I broke them the bad news. The thing I
had not planned for was moms truck bed cover!
The generator was not going to fit in there!
In the dark alley mom slowly back her truck up to mine (or
Robert’s should I say) and sure enough it didn’t fit. Mom was pissed when I told her I was not
leaving unless the generator was coming to and I think that at this point and
time she was ready to leave me sleeping in my truck and let Robert deal with
me, truck and the generator when he got home!
But I ended up turning the generator on its side and somehow tying down
that bed cover. Mom was once again not
happy and it was a long silent ride home.
To make matter worse the gas and oil leaked out of that generator all
over the bed on mom’s truck bed.
Of course when Robert got home I think he was more in awe of
my stupidity then mad. The first thing
he asked me was if the generator even ran……. Shit!!!! Maybe I should have check
that out before I even took the thing.
That was close to 8 months ago now and I have learned from
my mistakes. Marvin did end up going to
court and the bond was exonerated but I never did get my 500 from him. The generator is still in my garage and I
still don’t know if it even works. I
will have to say every time I look at it makes me laugh and pisses me off at
the same time. But where would I be now
without that first big bond mistake.
Hope you got a good laugh,
Susanne
P.S. Thanks Ashley for listening to me on the phone while I
waiting for mom to come get me. Thanks
mom and Aunt Kathy for coming out in the middle of the night to rescue me. I know you were both more worried that mad
and I am sure I deserve some of the things you might have said to me at the
time.
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