I have a bit of a dilemma, Dear Reader. I have been contacted by a Reputable Businessman who has been unfairly treated by another gentleman and seeks (in)appropriate recompense.
The other party is a dubious character of some ill-repute around this city, a shady businessman known as Marky Sales (not his real name).
Now the Aggrieved Party and Marky Sales had a verbal agreement about the provision of some goods and services which, in essence, were to be paid in full upon completion of said services.
The Aggrieved Party did not have a sales contract or written agreement with Mr Sales, because Marky gave his word. I know you are asking what could possibly go wrong with this gentlemanly arrangement...?
Showing posts with label deadbeat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label deadbeat. Show all posts
Saturday, October 09, 2010
Putting a dollar value on violence
Posted by Anonymous Investigator at
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No free lunch
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Not so Cool

Occasionally, and somewhat surprisingly that it doesn't happen more often, we have to deal with an angry individual who is not pleased to see us.
Whether they are threatening to kill us if they ever see us again (right before we come back to repossess their second vehicle that evening), or they are just generally abusive when we are making our enquiries - it isn't a particularly pleasant experience.
Of course, it would probably help to remember that it's not our fault they haven't paid their bills or whatever (although to hear them carry on you'd think that I was the former Camp Commander at Auschwitz or something).
Enter Mr Cool to illustrate this point.
Posted by Anonymous Investigator at
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Tuesday, February 09, 2010
The Prostitute and the Private Eye - Not a Love Story
Is it just me or does it seem that if a job or client is dodgy, naturally it falls into my lap?
So there I was, minding my own business in my office - probably wondering where my next paycheck was coming from - when the phone rang.
"XYZ Investigations, how can we be of assistance?" I answered, trying not to sound too eager yet imagining that maybe I'll be eating steak tonight.
"I need help, my husband is missing and the police won't do anything" she said in a low husky voice that sent shivers down my spine. "I need you..." she breathed into the phone.
So there I was, minding my own business in my office - probably wondering where my next paycheck was coming from - when the phone rang.
"XYZ Investigations, how can we be of assistance?" I answered, trying not to sound too eager yet imagining that maybe I'll be eating steak tonight.
"I need help, my husband is missing and the police won't do anything" she said in a low husky voice that sent shivers down my spine. "I need you..." she breathed into the phone.
Posted by Anonymous Investigator at
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Prostitute
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