The Unhappy Old Lady......NEW !

I had a friend call me and remind me of this story. This was just funny as hell and I thought I'd share it with you (My Blog Buddies). I had a customer she had to be at least 80yrs old and always had her wits about her. She was always mad when I came out but she would just snap off on me sometimes but not that bad, I'd had worse. This is what made this day so strange, I had gone by early that mourning and put a note on her door and I knew that I could double back that afternoon so I told her in the note to call me or we could talk when I came back that afternoon. I got back about 3:30pm and when I pulled up to the house I seen dinette chairs all over the yard, and yes you guessed it she had a dinette set and a bedroom group. I had a guy named Bill with me and he said hey that looks like our dinette, we got out and as I was going to the door I heard the old lady yelling all kind of stuff about white people and our company.

I looked at Bill he was laughing and backing away from the door. I knocked on the door and waited in about 2 minutes she come to the door fast for a old lady. I said hello. She said you can go to hell you honky...I was taken back, what did you say? I asked She said you heard me! Jerk! I asked What is the problem? You are honky, my daughter and I are getting your crappy bedroom out and you with that other asshole,"Pointing at Bill" can get that ugly dinette out of my house! I was trying to think what had I done to piss this lady off. The note I wrote was mild compared to some I had written in the past to other customers but nothing came to mind. Bill and I went into the house but bill was hiding behind me he wasn't brave when it came to conflicts with old people. I looked at the dinette as we went into the dining area and it looked like someone had taken a hammer to it, one of the corners had been broken off all together and you could tell it was fresh marks because still had the wood dust from the marks on the table. I yelled for her down the hall and you could hear banging and stuff being pushed around in the bedroom. The lady came out and said what do you want? I asked her what happened to the dinette table? The old lady started laughing and said she had no idea. The dinette didn't just beat itself up! I told her we will not let her get away with damaging rental merchandise without paying for the damage. She told me to go to hell and asked me "What are you going to do? I'm over 80yrs old only income I have is SS. We will bring you to a judge an get court ordered restitution. The old lady told me go ahead do it and I bet they wont make me pay anything! I said what's got you in this angry state? She said,You did leaving that big ass yellow note on my door like I'm a no paying asshole! I told her I leave notes all day long and in that note thier wasn't anything to suggest that about you. She said I pay my damn bills and now my neighbors think your chasing me for money. I have been here many times with my marked truck and you never got this pissed before. I told her. She told me I was a crook and that we over charged people for crap and I was going to hell! I told her "You picked out the CRAP and agreed to the price with the company. The old lady told me to "F" off . You need not talk to me like that I have yet to cuss you. To be honest the sight of this old lady cussing like this was kind of disconcerting , She looked every bit of the grandmother type and she was cussing like a 5 dollar hooker! I told her no matter what she thought she couldn't damage other peoples merchandise. She said you should see the bedroom group and started laughing again. I went down the hallway fast and standing with a 10in screwdriver was I guess the daughter, see looked really old.She was scraping the paint or lacquer off the the bedroom group, I yelled for her to stop and she told me to get the hell out of her room! I said you need to step away from the bedroom or I will call the police. it was funny seeing this old lady tell me "I don't give a damn about the police" but she did stop and then I heard the mother cussing Bill out in the kitchen, calling him a cracker and asshole. This was the funniest crap but I wasn't sure how to handle these old ladies. I got loud and told her we will get the merchandise out of the house from this point on I didn't want them touching any of the items. The mother told me I don't tell her what she can do in her own "F"ing house. I told her she wasn't going to touch any items that was owned by our company or the police were going to get involved , we cant stand by and watch you destroy the merchandise. I told Bill to get the hand trucks and to step on it and with that we started flying in and out of the house. The old ladies were spray but still slow and a few times when I came back into the house one of them had smacked some piece of merchandise but one thing they did keep doing was cussing us out the whole time we were loading the truck, these old hags were giving us hell. The end was near I thought, we had got our damaged merchandise out of the house and then we went to the task of getting the six chairs out of the yard where the old ladies had thrown them. The second we started getting the chairs up she old hags stepped up their game of calling us names, they started telling me I was a fag and calling my mama all kind of things. I told the mother you know the way you talk makes you ugly as hell and there are kids out here and you are setting a good role model for them. They like you can kiss my ass she said. I started picking up chairs and I heard Bill yelling "Stop that shit" I looked over at him and he was pointing at the other old lady who was the daughter, she was throwing what I think was crabapples of the tree next to the porch. I yelled at her to stop throwing the green apples she just kept laughing and throwing them at him and she started trying to hit me with them. I guess the good thing was she was old and couldn't throw for crap so we only got hit like 1 out of every 5. I said to bill just toss them chairs into the truck and lets go we can't damage them anymore than they had. By the time we got into the truck both old ladies were throwing apples and some neighbor hood kids had gotten into it also with a lot better aim. I drove off with Bill laughing and green little crabapples bouncing off the windshield. I will tell you I had never seen old ladies act like that in my life and still don't know why the old bat got so pissed off about a note but RENT_TO_OWN people are a different breed.