…because I’m sure they’d be stolen.
Thursday, I got a rather disturbing phone call from my mother regarding a private investigator. They first asked about my whereabouts, and if I was living with a certain individual (my fiancee). They then asked if my fiancee had a job, then if I had a job. Mom, not knowing what to think, simply complied, giving them all the info they needed (which was okay, because I would have wanted to settle the whole thing right away).
My first thought was about my fiancee’s ex, the grudge-holding psycho who tried to squeeze five grand out of her last november. I have nothing more to say about that, because it wasn’t him, thank god. I have since apologized to him.
It was my fiancee’s wonderful sister. She recently bought a brand new 2003 PT Cruiser. She’s only 20, has (or had) a lousy, low-paying job, and no responsibility whatsoever. She put an astounding $300 down on the car, and subsequent payments would be about $480 a month. Needless to say, she hasn’t made a single payment, and the repo men are after her.
Problem is, though, they can’t find her. Last month, she abruptly quit her job, and moved away with her (insert Original jarbaby Insult™ here) boyfriend.
And here’s where the PI comes in. Turns out that Future SIL used my fiancee’s social security number on her application to buy the car. The dealers who gave her the loan are after my fiancee and her sweet and loving sister. We finally found out about this today, and everything is in the process of being cleared up. While we’re relieved that the heat is off us now, my fiancee is finally going to sever ties with her sister. She been pulling this crap all her life, and even though it’s no big surprise, it’s still infuriating.