I thought I was the character in a John Grisham novel.
Y’know the plot: Underdog stumbles onto greedy corporation’s chickenshit plan to crush him then spends rest of book blocking moves and thwarting attempts.
I found out about this particular plan when I asked Clerk of Court, “If the case has been dismissed, how come you’re lettin’ these mortgage cats sell my house?”
And she said, “Good question.” Then she looked at her computer screen, clicked a few keys and said,” It’s a different case number, from December, 2013.”
“But it’s the same house.”
She clicked more keys, shook her head and asked, “The same house?”
“Oh, my. Take this copy of your statement to the judge’s office. 2nd floor, 3rd office on the right.”
The young lady sitting behind the front desk took my paper, gave it a once over, stood and walked into another office.
A woman’s voice called from the other room, “This is your residence sir?”
“Yes,ma’am,” I said taking her question to be an invitation to enter.
She was seated at her desk, eyes wide open, drop jawed, staring at her computer screen. She shook her head, looked at me and said, “I’m the judge’s assistant and I will personally deliver this information to him first thing in the morning. I’m pretty sure. A hundred precent sure your house won’t be sold tomorrow.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“In a couple of days,” she continued. “You’ll received a court order, probably two court orders to appear. Pay attention to them. The judge is going to have some questions. Just be ready to answer them.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am,” I said.
Back in my car, I called my friend, The Realtor. “Friend, one more time, you saved my ass.”
He laughed and said, “Tell me all about it.”
When I was through, he said, ” Good job. I can’t believe you were able to talk to her ( the judge’s assistant). No one gets to talk to her.”
“Then I’m honored.”
“You should be. Man, the judge is going to be pissed. I wouldn’t want to be that mortgage company’s lawyer. Your next hearing’s going to be a command performance and you’re going to have a front row seat. Damn.”
I promised to keep him posted, he promised the same and we both said, “Goodbye.”
I pulled out of the court house parking lot and thought, “I’m gonna skip to the end.”