Hello friends, matt here
So I got this job I'm doing at night to pay the bills, if you need to know more info, please reference the other blog that has all the details. I will say this, it involves wearing all black, sneaking through parking lots, and making people pay me money!
Me and my brother in law put a "speed boot" on this guys car around midnight two days ago... you put the speeder on so if they happen to come out of their apartment while your putting the main boot on the other tire..they can't get in the car and drive off, the speed boot also legally impound the vehicle..
so like a I said...midnight..a very dangerous apartment complex...speed boot...
then this guy, comes running out of his back door screaming...(we will call him Juan for the time being)... NO NO NO THATS MY WIFES CAR NO NO NO...then some other things in spanish that I choose not to put on the blog...
at this point we have legally booted the vehicle, so the deal is done. He is begging that i check to see if the engine is still warm he, kept saying that the the car has only been there 5 mins...which is a lie...we got a phone call 1 hour before asking us to boot it...
when I explained in my best version of Okie-spanish that he is a lier and he is going to have to pay a decent amount of money for the boot to come off, he flips out !
He gets in my face and is angrily begging that I remove it NOW ... then to my brother in law John... REMOVE THIS NOW !!! that goes on and on for about 3 mins. and he refueses to understand, and sticks to his 5 min story... then we pop the trunck in my tricked out stealth mobile...95 intrepid with squeking brakes, and pull out a heavy duty overnight boot!
By now the rest of the family is outside and also the neighbors, I was like Cops, I swear. I walk to his car and kneel down by his rear tire to boot it up, and he is leaning over me, still begging that we don't. The he starts screaming and tries to kick the boot out of my hands, and shoves me at the same time, which was actually kind of funny cause he was about 54 and totally hammered. I stand up and tell him in a nice gentlemanly way to get away... (my mom reads these). I look at John and say "call the police, this little __________________ is going to jail" Then I look and "juan" has picked up a wrench that I was using off the ground and has it rared back, like he's gonna swing it at me and John. He was backing up too, and for I second I thought he was gonna throw it..( keep in mind this wrench is metal, about 16 inches long and 2 inches thick).. so now here we are now.
-"Juan" has the wrench in his right hand screaming like william wallace, but only in spanish, calling us every name in the book
-the rest of "Juan's" family is screaming at him to put it down
-the neighbors are watching from a safe distance laughing...
-I'm armed with my ten best friends, ODing on adreniline screaming back at "Juan" the names he forgot to call me
- my brother in law John, who is the only person on this earth louder than Blue Foley, is screaming above it all, and little did I know he had his hand on a 9mm...(he is licensed)
his family holds him back... and makes him give me the wrench
he goes inside,we finish booting the car, everyone calms down..
the next day we show up to collect and remove the boot , he is nowhere to be found but we apologize and his family apologizes
we all live to boot another day and he sleeps off the hangover