vdehart
Pre-takeoff checklist
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vdehart
I Am Finished - Got Myself Into a Very Bad Situation
As a little background, I've been running a process serving company for the past three years and have about five years of experience in the business.
Today was the final straw and a real wake up moment for me. I took a job far out in the boonies north of Los Angeles serving a small claims lawsuit—I quoted a good price tag for the job to cover expenses so I stood to make a lot. Generally, serving small claims suits are an easy-in, easy-out kind of deal. I would normally sub a job like this out to one of my regular guys I work with, but I decided it had been a while since I'd done any real work and I wanted to go for a drive. Well, today was a different day...The defendants are a husband and a wife. I drive all the way out to their home which is at a dead end road in the middle of nowhere. As I'm getting closer to the destination I start to get a weird feeling in my stomach that things aren't going to pan out well. I just had a weird vibe.
I check my phone and realize I have no cell service, I am truly alone. I am unarmed today; no gun, no taser, no knife. I reach the house and nobody is home after knocking on the door a few times. As I go back to my vehicle I decide that I'm going to stake out the residence from a distance until the defendants get home. As I'm approaching my car, the wife pulls up and plays the "I'm just a concerned neighbor card". She asks what my business was and I said it was a family matter. I believe it is her but I'm not certain. She continues along the road towards another home which is about a half mile away. I figure she is probably bluffing and will be coming back soon. Well, low and behold she does come back and pulls up next to me. She explains that she is the defendant. I tell her I have court papers for her to be served. She refuses to take them so I drop them on the ground next to her vehicle (totally acceptable in California). At this point, this is when things start to get bad. I look in my rearview and I see a grey Jeep booking it towards me at about 65mph down this dirt road. I am facing towards the dead end and there is no space to make a quick U-Turn. I (stupidly) elect to speed off towards the dead end in hopes of making a turn there. The jeep blows past her vehicle and two men hop out. The man who approaches me is defendant #2 (the husband) and he starts threatening me telling me he could kill me right now and nobody would know—he alludes to the fact that he is carrying a gun but doesn't produce it. I'm sitting in my vehicle and he is standing next to my window. He has the high ground as my car sits low. I have my eyes fixed on his hands as I've been trained to do. Suddenly he's reaching. My eyes zero in like nothing I've ever felt before, and there he is pulling out a big folding knife. I throw the car into gear and slam on the gas but he is able to take two quick jabs with the knife to cut my back driver's side tire. I can hear the air hissing. It is at this moment that I am about 200 feet from the end of the dead end and he has my vehicle blocked in with his car. Strangely enough I start talking out loud. I'm saying "this is it, I'm going to die here". "He's going for the gun, this is it." "This is where I die." It was a strange balance of a calm feeling. I was coming to terms with the fact that I had put myself in a really crappy situation. This was augmented with incredible focus and adrenaline. I've encountered my share of near death experiences in my time, but I never had the opportunity to really reflect on it in the moment like I did here. I truly believed that this was possibly going to be the end. I knew I was going to make the best move I could to escape but I was boxed in on a road in the middle of nowhere, with a disabled vehicle, and the only way out was to cut through a guy with a knife and most likely a gun.
I flip a quick U-Turn on this road and he jumps into his SUV and is backing it up. I see enough space to the left of his SUV and I make a go for it with my now three tired car. I am ducking below the dashboard as I fully expected a hail of gunfire coming my way. Alas, no shots fired as far as I could hear. I skid into the dirt to the left of the car and I make it past them. All I see now is a two mile dirt road in front of me. I can hear the now completely flat tire flopping all around on the rim. I look in the rearview and I can see his Jeep fast approaching. I skid out onto the main, paved road, and I am headed back towards the "town" area. He is gaining on me when suddenly I come around a turn and I believe he must have decided to end the pursuit. I find a safe place behind a building to park and pull out my phone. I am flipping between no bars and one bar of service. I try four times to make contact with 911 when I finally get through. Deputies come out in full force and they head over to the house but are unable to find him. There's now a warrant out for his arrest.
Anyways, I'm now typing this message from a hotel in the middle of nowhere as my car was towed to a tire shop but they won't be open until the morning to replace the tire (I did not have a spare).
I've reached out to an individual who contacted me a few months ago with an offer to buy my firm and my attorney client-base. I've had plenty of angry run ins over the years but this was truly an eye opener. This was the moment when I realized that this job is not worth the hazards that come with it. I am lucky to have escaped relatively unscathed.
I am finished. And I don't care if people call me a quitter or whatever. I've weighed the consequences and it is simply not worth it.
As a little background, I've been running a process serving company for the past three years and have about five years of experience in the business.
Today was the final straw and a real wake up moment for me. I took a job far out in the boonies north of Los Angeles serving a small claims lawsuit—I quoted a good price tag for the job to cover expenses so I stood to make a lot. Generally, serving small claims suits are an easy-in, easy-out kind of deal. I would normally sub a job like this out to one of my regular guys I work with, but I decided it had been a while since I'd done any real work and I wanted to go for a drive. Well, today was a different day...The defendants are a husband and a wife. I drive all the way out to their home which is at a dead end road in the middle of nowhere. As I'm getting closer to the destination I start to get a weird feeling in my stomach that things aren't going to pan out well. I just had a weird vibe.
I check my phone and realize I have no cell service, I am truly alone. I am unarmed today; no gun, no taser, no knife. I reach the house and nobody is home after knocking on the door a few times. As I go back to my vehicle I decide that I'm going to stake out the residence from a distance until the defendants get home. As I'm approaching my car, the wife pulls up and plays the "I'm just a concerned neighbor card". She asks what my business was and I said it was a family matter. I believe it is her but I'm not certain. She continues along the road towards another home which is about a half mile away. I figure she is probably bluffing and will be coming back soon. Well, low and behold she does come back and pulls up next to me. She explains that she is the defendant. I tell her I have court papers for her to be served. She refuses to take them so I drop them on the ground next to her vehicle (totally acceptable in California). At this point, this is when things start to get bad. I look in my rearview and I see a grey Jeep booking it towards me at about 65mph down this dirt road. I am facing towards the dead end and there is no space to make a quick U-Turn. I (stupidly) elect to speed off towards the dead end in hopes of making a turn there. The jeep blows past her vehicle and two men hop out. The man who approaches me is defendant #2 (the husband) and he starts threatening me telling me he could kill me right now and nobody would know—he alludes to the fact that he is carrying a gun but doesn't produce it. I'm sitting in my vehicle and he is standing next to my window. He has the high ground as my car sits low. I have my eyes fixed on his hands as I've been trained to do. Suddenly he's reaching. My eyes zero in like nothing I've ever felt before, and there he is pulling out a big folding knife. I throw the car into gear and slam on the gas but he is able to take two quick jabs with the knife to cut my back driver's side tire. I can hear the air hissing. It is at this moment that I am about 200 feet from the end of the dead end and he has my vehicle blocked in with his car. Strangely enough I start talking out loud. I'm saying "this is it, I'm going to die here". "He's going for the gun, this is it." "This is where I die." It was a strange balance of a calm feeling. I was coming to terms with the fact that I had put myself in a really crappy situation. This was augmented with incredible focus and adrenaline. I've encountered my share of near death experiences in my time, but I never had the opportunity to really reflect on it in the moment like I did here. I truly believed that this was possibly going to be the end. I knew I was going to make the best move I could to escape but I was boxed in on a road in the middle of nowhere, with a disabled vehicle, and the only way out was to cut through a guy with a knife and most likely a gun.
I flip a quick U-Turn on this road and he jumps into his SUV and is backing it up. I see enough space to the left of his SUV and I make a go for it with my now three tired car. I am ducking below the dashboard as I fully expected a hail of gunfire coming my way. Alas, no shots fired as far as I could hear. I skid into the dirt to the left of the car and I make it past them. All I see now is a two mile dirt road in front of me. I can hear the now completely flat tire flopping all around on the rim. I look in the rearview and I can see his Jeep fast approaching. I skid out onto the main, paved road, and I am headed back towards the "town" area. He is gaining on me when suddenly I come around a turn and I believe he must have decided to end the pursuit. I find a safe place behind a building to park and pull out my phone. I am flipping between no bars and one bar of service. I try four times to make contact with 911 when I finally get through. Deputies come out in full force and they head over to the house but are unable to find him. There's now a warrant out for his arrest.
Anyways, I'm now typing this message from a hotel in the middle of nowhere as my car was towed to a tire shop but they won't be open until the morning to replace the tire (I did not have a spare).
I've reached out to an individual who contacted me a few months ago with an offer to buy my firm and my attorney client-base. I've had plenty of angry run ins over the years but this was truly an eye opener. This was the moment when I realized that this job is not worth the hazards that come with it. I am lucky to have escaped relatively unscathed.
I am finished. And I don't care if people call me a quitter or whatever. I've weighed the consequences and it is simply not worth it.
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