I sold a car on credit to a guy who never made a payment.

He declared bankruptcy the day after he bought it, which meant I couldn't repossess it until the court lifted the stay — a process which took months. This was his plan all along.

By the time I could legally take it back, he had moved.

I had his driver’s license picture, so I made some 11 X 17 yellow “wanted” posters with his picture, and offering a $100 reward for information about the car. I posted this on the community mailbox in his expensive neighborhood to maximize the embarrassment.

I was obsessed with this jerk, so every day, I drove to the neighborhood and every day, the posters were gone. I figured his kid was still attending the same school, even though he had moved, and that's why he was in the area each day to rip down the posters.

The next school day, he showed up at 3:30, but not in my car. I tried to follow him home, but he spotted me and started driving like a maniac with his kid in the car. I stopped because it was too dangerous of a situation.

I had originally put up the reward posters to provoke him, hoping he'd show up to kick my a** and I could grab the car.

But then, I got a phone call one night from his former neighbor, seeking the reward. “He was over here getting his mail, and his little girl told me they had moved to a new apartment complex called “XYZ,” said the neighbor.

I called a wrecker, and we went and picked it up. While we were there, I noticed that his other car was near by. I figured that if he screwed me, he probably did the same to some other dealer.

I checked the lien holder info, called the dealer, and he said that he had, indeed, been looking for the car for a year.

I called a second wrecker, and when both the cars were on the hook, I started blowing the horn.

He came outside, just in time to see me wave as his cars slowly rolled away.

I sent the guy who blew him in the $100 the next day.