Should have sent the Mounties. They always get their Man-dy.
Now that is scary!
I kept getting phone calls on my new phone number when I first moved here… School/relitives/important stuff,all in Spanish,which I only know how to say “Good day,how are you?” and “What!” “Where” and “Taco” none of which were any help…
Oh-I can say “I don’t understand Spanish,do you speak English?” But they didn’t
No, Brawnys are the guys that watch that cartoon about the horses.
Bosda, I’d be freaked too. You did the right thing to call the cops. Twice, at different homes, I’ve had cops show up at my door looking for someone. The second one appeared to be that someone had “borrowed” my address but the first one was for real.
For about six weeks I had a housemate who had been a Chicago gang member with a record we didn’t know about. By week three, we knew he was a problem and asked him to leave. He demanded the 60-day notice that is his right but actually disappeared after three more weeks. The next week, the cops were at our door because he had broken parole.
He did come back at some point to collect his gear (that included a bullwhip I hadn’t seen before). I told him the cops had stopped by and he immediately got cautious and loaded his car fast. I was relieved to have him gone.
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3 bounty hunters, 2 men & a woman, showed up at my door!
All armed, & looking for a “Mandy”.
These three reeked of menace!
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Did they say they needed the whole person, or would just the head do?
Hmm, One of the previous tenants at my place was a Justin. Wonder if it was the same one. The cops showed up looking for him one night about three years after I moved in. Johnny on the spot, they were.
Do they need anything in addition to a Tennessee concealed carry permit to strut about like that and knock on folk’s doors?
ALIEN bounty hunters?
Hah. Seriously, though, there’s a reward. Where is she?
Get a credit report, see if there is anything odd on it.
Yeah, it’s made of the finest silver from the north of Spain. She’s such a fine girl. What a good wife she would be <3.
It varies by state. Some states require them to be licensed. The badge is a prop. A bounty hunter is a private citizen just like you or me. If you have the right to knock on a person’s door, so do they. And they do have a pretty wide latitude to apprehend suspects.
Also, any bounty hunter that gets the cops called on them is a really, really bad one. Since they weren’t exactly going incognito, the professional thing to do would be to identify themselves and their purpose. And if they couldn’t come up with a way to confirm/deny the subject was on the premises without alarming you, then they probably aren’t smart enough for their line of work.
Damn you, El Kabong!!! :mad: Now I’ve got to clean my monitor.
P.S. I ‘fixed’ the URL link so everyone knows why I was laughing so hard.
At least they weren’t trying to call collect from the Philippines at 3AM local time.
Man, we just recently convinced Bosda to give up on the idea of subscribing to LifeLock.
I am going to be mad if this is actually part of some kind of identity theft!
hmmm… Contract says “No disintegrations.” Probably need the whole person…
There is a hard-and-fast rule against changing the material inside a quote box in any way (other than an edit for length with ellipses to indicate missing material), no matter how good-natured the joke you’re making.
I’ve removed the link you added.
No warning issued.
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I had a bounty hunter experience once. I heard my dog barking outside late one night, and went to let him in so he wouldn’t disturb the neighbors. While I was outside, these two guys walked out from around the corner of my house and startled me. They asked me if I knew some chick, and showed me a picture. Nope, sorry. Lived here three years, never heard the name, don’t recognize the face. They said in a cop-like way (you know what I mean), Well, we know she took a taxi to this very address the other night. I said um, bullshit, and who are you again? Can I see some ID? The one guy gave me a business card with “Bounty Hunters R Us, Agent” or whatever.
Then they said Who are those two people sleeping in the room right there? At first I thought they were talking about the neighbors, who had a big window where you could see into their living room. But they said No, this bedroom right here where we were snooping around.
Well, the two people sleeping in that room were my 7- and 9-year-old daughters. They had a bay window and the curtains weren’t pulled all the way closed apparently. They were sprawled on their beds in just their undies since it was summertime and hot. I was alone in the house with them; my husband worked nights. I felt very vulnerable and I was pissed.
I said, You are looking in my windows? You are looking at my CHILDREN? They said Well, you should keep your curtains closed if you don’t want people to look in your windows.
So I said, I am calling the police now. Get the hell out of my yard or I will let the dog out. They went away and I called 911.
Epilogue: the cops didn’t really give a fuck about these peeping tom perverts but did threaten to shoot my barking dog. Bounty hunters can do whatever they want, for some reason, even though they were just random assholes with business cards, not even badges or anything.
The cops heard your dog barking over the phone and threatened to come over to your house and kill your dog? :dubious:
No, they came in person.
Heh, reminds me of the calls I got for years looking for someone named “Peder” (Pedyr?).
There had never been anyone by that name who lived in my house. But evidently, he’d been using my phone number.
The wierdest was a lady who called one Sunday AM, claiming to be from a bank, demanding to know where “Peder” was, and refusing to believe the truth - that this wasn’t his number and he’d never lived here. She got angry, threatened unspecified legal sanctions against me for lying. I hung up.
All of the calls were basically from angry women - my impression was that “Peder” deliberately gave my number to women he’d messed with in various ways and dumped. My feelings towards “Peder”, wherever he is, are not warm and positive.