In the midst of coloring hair on Tuesday, I got a call from my sister. She was in tears. I could barely understand what she was saying. The gist of it was that her soon to be ex-husband is being a real dick. Surprise!
Her divorce will be final in less than 3 weeks. She is supposed to get the house, the contents, half of the land, her car, and most importantly--child support. No alimony. His attorney said she was capable of working and she's ok with that.
Her attorney called and told her that she needed to get the contents out of the house because he'd received a phone call from the dick's attorney saying that the bank was going to start foreclosure. (His attorney was actually trying to help HER.) The dick hadn't made a payment on his loans in 6 months. Seems he borrowed a shitload of money and put the house up for collateral without her knowledge. He also tied up her car in another loan that she didn't know about.
It gets better.
She called to see if me and hubby could help her move her stuff. I told her to go out there and get things organized at the house and we'd rent a big truck and storage for her. One of my customers rents trucks and storage buildings so it was easy for me to do that.
We got the truck Tuesday afternoon after work and headed out to her house. When we arrived, we got to meet the dopeheads that her husband had moved in their home to "housesit". They had changed the locks and she couldn't get in. No, she wasn't aware of this arrangement at all. She was scared to death of these people.
What colorful people these were too. And talented! Why, there was one woman in her 50's that could actually catnap while standing up! She spoke in English and some other language called Slurrr-ese at the same time. And the man! He and his two buddies could smoke pot, drink beer and pop pills all at the same time! Incredible.
My hubby freaked. My dad freaked. I did not freak. I got shit done. I told them to get out of our way and let us get the contents of the house moved. They all refused. Especially the woman, who told me to just take a flying leap and go to hell...or maybe she told me to ring her bell. I dunno.
The one guy said that sis's husband told him not to let anyone in the house. I asked him to produce any written papers stating that he was a tenant. He couldn't so I told him to leave. He said he "wudn't goin' nowheres". His girlfriend said she wasn't going to leave either. At least that's what I think she said. I told them to move out of the way because I was going in that damn house and taking every single thing out of it. He said I could if I could get passed them in the doorway.
Heh.
I do so love a challenge.
I started walking towards them with a very determined look on my face. It's amazing how quickly people will move out of your way when they know you're pissed off and have run completely out of patience.
I walked into that house and it looked like...damn...I can't even describe it. What the heck does a drug den look like? I don't know. I can only imagine it looks like what I walked into.
Crap everywhere. All of her personal things had been plundered through. I think that pissed me off more than anything.
The dopehead guy started waving his cell phone at me screaming that he "wuz gonna call the law". I told him that was a great idea, Einstein. Call 'em. Tell 'em to get here quick. He told me I was "a-breakin' and a-enterin". I didn't break anything. I just entered and I told them I was entering.
Hubby and Dad were standing at the door watching me. They couldn't believe that I bulldogged my way in there. Dopehead guy turned around and told Hubby to "git his ass off'n their propity". Dad told him it wasn't his property, the property belonged to my sister. He threatened to "call the law" again. Hubby laughed in his face and told him to do it. Dad told him that we were calling their bluff. He said "call 'em or shut your mouth about it, boy". Clearly, Dad had enough of this mess, too.
I told Sis to come in and show me what she wanted. She hollered from outside that she wanted everything that wasn't torn up or drug infested so sadly, not everything was going to be leaving.
The dopeheads wandered out onto the 2 foot high lawn--still screaming about "callin' the law". After a couple of minutes, it was easy to ascertain that they were not going to do anything. Maybe just sit there, pass a joint and drink alot of beers. But they did call sis's husband and told him we were there and we were "taking all of his shit".
Hubby stayed at the truck to guard it while Dad, me and Sis went inside with a bunch of big plastic bins and loaded up all the little stuff...dishes, pots and pans, silverware, pictures, cds, dvds, computer stuff. We basically threw stuff in the bins and set them outside by the truck. Dad found some screwdrivers to take the beds apart while me and Sis emptied all the chests of drawers and closets. She had a lot of stuff.
We loaded the furniture from the bedroom on the truck. We got the living room furniture loaded and the fridge and dishwasher loaded. We left the stove because God knows what they were cooking on that. One of the neighbors stopped by and he helped us get the bigscreen TV and the stereo equipment loaded.
By that time, the truck was nearly full. It was getting pretty clear that we'd have to make 2 trips. Not good. I backed Sis's Blazer up to the door. She let all the seats down and we loaded it up too. There were only 3 dining room chairs that we couldn't fit in the truck or her Blazer without looking like the Clampett's.
Mom showed up with Son and Nephew in tow. That's when I freaked. I didn't want my child or my nephew around these idiots. Ever. I met her in the driveway and asked her what she was doing. She said Sis had called her and let her know what was going on. She got really worried and came to check on us. She whispered to me that she had brought "bail money" in case those people had us arrested.
I lost it. I laughed so hard I almost pee'd on myself. I told her that we were hoping they'd call the sheriff's department. It would have made my day to see them get arrested for drugs and God only knows what else.
While she was there, we hurriedly crammed the 3 chairs into the back of the Surburban. Me and Sis did a walk-thru of the house to make sure we got everything that she wanted.
I happened to look in a closet and found a family reunion t-shirt that belonged to my Sis's husband. I wanted to rip it to shreds. I didn't. I tossed it on the floor and walked out.
We were informed yesterday that we were all going to be arrested. Sis's husband is coming here today and is pressing charges on everyone. Her lawyer is aware of it and so is his. His lawyer said he will not be a part of this and has offered to help us in any way. In fact, he told Sis's lawyer that her husband is on his own now.
I gave V1 some cash to hold for me. I told her if we all get arrested to bail Mom and Dad out first. Me, Hubby and Sis could use the rest. Maybe play some dominos or cards.
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