Repo Man or some such.

Kenny and I bought our house over two years ago. It was a foreclosure, so the piles of unpaid bills in the previous owner's name came to be expected. I went above and beyond contacting companies to inform them that Karina and John no longer lived here. The mail tapered off, except for the occasional junk mail here and there. Then this morning we wake up to this taped to my car.

Oh. For reals. After many phone calls to "Mr. Garcia" with no answer and no ability to leave a message, I finally did what my attorney, ahem, my dad told me to do and contacted the police. I have seen that show where they repossess people's cars. I am not about to get in a fight with that big 'ole dude. The one with the 'stache and the huge tattoo. Like he is really going to believe I am not Karina, as I chase him down the street screaming, "No! For real. My name is TRICIA!" I now have about a bajillion signs taped to my car informing them that towing my vehicle is illegal, as it does not belong to Karina or John, nor do I know said Karina or John.

I also got my video camera out, cause if they do show up to tow my car I am totally taping it as I chase them down the street.