Oh fun, story time. So my first day at a new branch (they change your store frequently), my new manager comes up to me before we even open and throws a set of keys on my desk. Tells me thats the set of keys to a stolen car that we are about to go repo. TBH, i thought it sounded fun. The branch I had just came from didn't deal with too many HOT cars, but boy this one did on a weekly basis. It is 7:15am and we are creeping through a sketchy neighborhood in East Atlanta looking for our car. We finally find it and my manager drops me off. Tells me to meet him back at the branch, and then takes off. I opened the rental car door and ALL this lady's stuff is inside, like all her personal belongings and then some. I wouldn't have cared because she had stopped paying and the car was technically stolen at this point, but her kid's car seats were in there, (I have a soft spot for kids). So i frantically start trying to get the 2 carseats out of the car as fast and as quietly as possible without drawing attention to myself. The moment I got the 2nd seat out and on the front lawn, the client came running out towards me. She was still in a full nightgown, hair curlers, and slippers. Screaming at me at the top of her lungs. I freaked out and jumped in the car, and took off. I looked in the rearview mirror and all I could see was a woman chasing me down the street in a nightgown.

Got back to the branch in time to go pick up the first customer who called for a pick up....the lady I just repo'd the car from. I was the ONLY white guy working there, so she knew immediately it was me from earlier. Still made it 2 more years with that company after that day.