Repo Man

So I'm sitting up at the bar with Dan, and Dan is ebullient and jovial and glad to be alive because it's his day off and he came into $200 he wasn't expecting or needing and was exercising his option to be frivolous with it.
It was a slow night for me so I checked out early and sat with him for a bit, swapping work woes and future hopes and what-not, in a generally jovial mood myself. Somehow we got on to the topic of career choices and the options we had if we were to wish a change.
"My buddy is a repo man." Dan said.
"I'd love to be a repo man!" I said. "It's up in the top 5 of jobs I'd like to try."
"Really?" Dan was taken aback. "I wouldn't think you'd enjoy dispensing misery to people."
"I'm pretty good at staying detached and reasoning my conscience away." I answered. "As a Repo guy, you aren't God taking things away from people with your power, you're simply the hand of God. I just think it wouldn't be dull."
Dan shrugged then raised a thoughtful eyebrow. "Well, my friend has a lot of stories about it, that's for sure."
"Like what?" I asked.
So Dan told me a story.
"One day he got this call from one of these rent to own furniture places. He had to go out to a reserve and pick up a big screen tv, a sound system, and some video game stuff. So off he goes, in the middle of winter, and he gets to the house, where this disshevelled woman in her 40s answers. Behind her, there are at LEAST ten kids, all ages, from 2 to 12, and not one of them has even a stitch of clothing on. After some initial arguing and debate the woman finally realizes that resistance is futile and lets him in, directing him through the house to a room at the back. There's nothing in the house. An old couch and chair and that's about it. Finally he gets to the room, and there's a big hole in the wall filled with snow, and snow pouring into the house. In that room is this altar of electronics from the rent to own place. Once the kids start to understand that he's there to take it all away from them and leave them with nothing but the snow for entertainment they start crying and yelling and arguing and begging him. He just dismantles it all, a component at a time, taking it out of the house piece by piece while they all cry and sob. And that was one day on the job for him."
"Wow." I said.
"Can you believe some people live like that?"
"Well if the pay is good and he likes it..." I said.