A guy named Spike tried to fuck me today (762 hits)
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Submitted by VeniVidiViciousriffs<Viciousriffs.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-10-26 20:15:28 EDT
I went to the towing company/repair shop to solve the problem with my car. The engine blew not too long ago, and after an estimate that was far beyond reason (since the car isn't worth much anyway, it's a 1995 Camry), I decided that I would sign the title over to these guys. They wanted to charge me $700 for looking at the problem and keeping the car on the lot in the meantime.
When I handed this company the keys to my car, I also signed a document that legally bound them to receive my written approval for any charges that exceeded $100. Not only did I not consent, but they never even contacted me about it, by phone or otherwise.
I went to the shop once to get some belongings out of the car, and they had backed my car right into another car. And left it there. I chose not to say anything to the workers, but had a couple people check it out, so that I had witnesses.
In the meantime between dropping the car off and returning to the shop today, I have spent a good deal of time out of town. Because of this, I was not aware of the letter that they decided to send me- informing me of my "debt" to them- until day before yesterday. My work schedule prevented me from going to see them until today; however, I did handle it as soon as possible.
The purpose of my visit to the shop was primarily to decide what would happen with the car, but also to retrieve the remainder of my belongings. With this information at your disposal, I give to you: the story of Spike.
When I walked into the shop office, I told the guy at the desk what I was trying to do. He asked me to hold on so he could go get his superior. About five minutes later, his superior came out and looked at the file on my car. Spike was his name. He asked me what I wanted to do with the car, and after telling him my plan to swap the title over to the shop to get it out of my name, he started asking me about money.
Money? I'm trying to give these people a car that, while it DOES have a bad engine, is in good condition otherwise. Free car, a little bit of repair work necessary... this is a repair shop here, they could make some serious loot off of this, right?
Seems they thought otherwise.
Spike told me that they do not handle titles, and trying to sell the vehicle would be a wasted effort without a running engine. At this point, they started to ask me about how much money I want to pay on the debt. I had too much to lose to play the hand I was holding all at once. I decided to wait it out and see if they might be willing to work with me a little bit, maybe try being slightly less rigid pricks.
This is when Shelby, the owner of the shop, was summoned. When he came around and had a look at the paperwork, he said that the title would do no good, nor would trying to sell them the vehicle. He promptly walked away. I decided to request, for the second time, that I be brought back to my car to collect my belongings.
Spike looked at me like a Down's syndrome baby on LSD. After staring, confusedly, at my forehead, he told me that I probably won't be allowed to, and that if it were his decision, he wouldn't let me. This comes right on the heels of Shelby bitching to him about the cost of cleaning the vehicle out. I'm offering to do it for them, something the fucking owner had just bitched about paying to have done, and they want to tell me no.
These redneck shit factories are probably used to screwing people over. They probably do it so often, they don't even realize that they're doing it anymore. I realized this, but I also realized that I had something important that I needed to claim from the car. Something that I forgot the first time around, but could not leave behind.
I look at Spike and begin rattling off my list of complaints: that my car had been wrecked, twice now, due to their negligence, and that I didn't think their insurance company would drop their rates for a good prior history; that the documentation I signed was legally binding, and was being ignored; that the vehicle was still mine, and that included everything within was still my property, and failure to relinquish my property would result in a phone call to the police, promptly.
I'm not used to this type of talk being effective, but in this instance, Spike asked me to hold on and brought me back my car key. I was allowed to go retrieve all of my belongings, all I had to do was sign a personal property release form and show them my driver's license.
In the middle of grabbing my belongings, he approached me and asked me to sign the title over to them. I told him that I would do it, but he would have to wait. He grew impatient and told me that I needed to sign it over immediately. I was careful to look over the paperwork I had just signed, and none of it said anything about my title, anywhere. His impatience suggested, in my mind at least, that they were going to stop me from cleaning the vehicle out once I signed the paper.
I took the title out and showed it to him. A few years back, I signed the title over to my mother when my ex-wife stole the car from me. It was not legally binding; the plan was to show the ex the title with my mom's name on it so that she would let the car go. When Spike saw the title, he got pissed off, claiming that it was useless because it already had writing on it. He walked away with it, and I didn't see him again.
I finished cleaning the car out and went looking for an employee who might know what had happened to the title. I was told that they would "handle it", by taking it to a scrapyard to recover the remainder of the incurred cost. I was not allowed to get the title back.
I'm curious about a couple things. Is it normal for this type of talk to result in getting your way with most mechanics, or were they covering up for something bigger? Was I more accurate than I thought about the illegality of their actions, and do I still have any recourse? What about the title, should I try to do something about that, or does it not matter?
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Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2005-11-08 12:05:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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I'd buy ya a beer if i had any money.
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2005-11-02 21:06:55 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
This post reeks of alter. I only read three sentences, but here's the thing: they backed your car into another car. Now, call me a crazy idealist, but I usually like anyone who's going to do perform complicated work on my automobile to posess certain skills, such as the ability to operate the vehicle in both forward and reverse -- preferably without damage to property or loss of life.
If they crashed my car, they'd end up paying; paying for the dent they put in my fender, the rusty lock on the passenger's side door, the transmission that will need replacing in 30,000 miles, and the built-in DVD player I don't have yet but always needed; not to mention the sports car I'll need to rent while the 'repairs' are underway at another body shop. If they crash your car you offer them the title on the condition that you get your fuzzy dice and Garfield window climber back.
You want advice? You're a pussy. A giant pussy. I can say without a doubt that I have never seen a bigger pussy in my entire life, and considering how many Japanese horror flicks I've watched, that's fucking scary. You're the kind of guy who gets cut off in traffic, dumped on by his exe-wife, and bullied by anyone with a nametag. You were probably the only one in high school who got shoved in his locker by the swing choir. That's why your writing is so annoying. I mean, think about it; the massive ego, the whining, the "challeneg me and I will destroy your illogic!!1" did you ever think that was cool? You're trying to be all assertive, but the spineless life you're trying to compensate for has had such an impact on your personality, that even your alter ego comes off as a whiny little bitch. Legally, if this is real, you could contact the police regarding the destruction of your automobile, but you're so easy to intimidate you'd probably fuck that up and wind up getting raped in the back of a squad car. With this in mind, your best bet would probably be to assume the fetal position and hope Spike has a condom.
Submitted by Xcuses (user info) at 2005-10-30 02:44:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I'd go with Spike, I hear he's hung like a mule
Submitted by sideshow (user info) at 2005-10-27 16:47:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Fuckers. I hope they get fucked in the ass big time for what they did.
Submitted by Thanatos (user info) at 2005-10-26 23:35:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Rambling = bad M'kay
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-10-26 21:56:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Har har a camry.
Submitted by greyfox (user info) at 2005-10-26 21:51:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Did he make mention of a woman named Julia? If so, change your name.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-10-26 21:05:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
So how was it, Will?
Submitted by DrSeussman (user info) at 2005-10-26 20:31:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 because I hate dealing with fucking "redneck shit factories" like that. Great line by the way. Without an engine you got a big paperweight, if you want recourse I suggest contacting an attorney practiced in auto accident law. They usually have a "free consultation" and good info.
Submitted by Willfreely (user info) at 2005-10-26 20:26:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Hurry to the DMV and get a duplicate title, this voids out the current one. If they didn't give you an estimate at the time they got your car, and never phoned in a dollar amount with your express consent, you don't owe them anything. Nada. Nothing. Zip. What they're trying to do is against federal law, in the U.S. at least. Call your insurance agent and have him go take a picture of the vehicles' current condition, which is worse than when they originally got it. Call Dept. of Consumer Affairs and fill out papers. Watch ingoramous flop sweat and enjoy!