Category: hidden cameras

At Home Audition

I had not been talking to Tom much after I caught him at my house with my wife. I figured I would let him stew for a while. We still joked around but when ever he tried to bring up another audition for my wife I would change the subject and tell him I thought it was too soon.

One Saturday morning I had just finished mowing the lawn and was putting the mower away when Debbie came rushing out to the garage wide eyed and obviously excited. She was so excited the words came flowing so fast I could barely make out what she was saying. “Mr. Dingle and Ed and Roy and the fat associate producer are all coming over to tell me about my audition in Spike Lee’s new movie and I told them I would fix them something to eat and we need some wine and we need to get everything ready I figured we would eat out back on the patio and I just don’t know what to wear and I am so excited and they will be here around 3:00 and we need to maybe bar-b-que something for them, maybe steaks and ohh what will I wear!!!”

After I calmed her down as much as possible I assured her I would pick up some wine and steaks and help her get everything ready. Inside I was seething. “To think those assholes are coming to my place, my home, in broad daylight, with me here!” I vowed to make a serious attempt to kick Tom’s ass for showing those other assholes where my wife and I lived. My mind was racing as I was tossing steaks in my shopping cart. “How the hell was I going to play this? I had to act like I knew nothing. Worse yet, I had to act like these idiots were legit. I knew that as long as I was there at least they would not try anything with Debbie. I made up my mind to get enough of everything so they would not be able to ask Debbie to send me out for anything.” I cussed them all the way back home.
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Debt Consolidation

“Please don’t cry, Mrs. Moore,” consoled loan officer Jackson Tydman, “this is strictly business, but unless you can come up with $400.00 by this Friday, we’re going to have to repossess your car, and that’s all there is to it!” Sitting in a chair across from Jack’s desk, Nancy Moore was fighting to control her emotions, and unfortunately was failing miserably. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to explain to Mr. Tydman that without a car, her husband Joe would lose his job as a traveling salesman. “Believe me when I tell you that I’m sympathetic to your position,” Jack went on, “but you’re two months behind already, and the bank feels that it would be unfair to our other customers if we let this thing go any longer!” Thinking fast on her feet, Nancy gave it one last shot, “Well, is there someone else I can talk to about this, like your supervisor or something!?!” Jackson Tydman gave her a long steady gaze and then replied slowly, “Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let you speak with Miss Winters, but I don’t think it will do any good, she generally agrees with my judgment!” Getting up from behind his desk, Jack excused himself and said he would be right back. He quickly made his way to Blair Winters’ office and stuck his head inside and said, “We got us a real hot one, babe, I’m going to send her down in a few minutes, she owes eight C’s on their car and her old man needs it for his job as a salesman, I think she would do just about anything to keep from losing that car!” “I’ve got her good and softened up,” he said with wink, “and I think it will only take a little shove to put her over the edge!” Blair Winters nodded to Jack and replied, “Good, give me a few minutes to review her file and then send her in!” Jack turned heal and headed back to his office where he found a more composed Nancy waiting patiently for his return. He slid around to his chair, sat down and offered, “I’ve talked to Miss “Winters and she will see you in a few minutes, she’s very busy but can spare you a minute or two.” “Oh thank you, Mr. Tydman,” Nancy fairly gushed, “I just know she will give me a little more time!” Jackson Tydman merely nodded his head and leaned back in his chair and waited for Blair to buzz him.
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