Chapter 2

Pity the Poor Bill Collector. Really?

“Mean, gritty, dirty and low and that’s just the Policeman Gary Keltie out for retribution for the horrendous crimes against the helpless people of Edinburgh during the nineteen seventies, by notorious, torturous, and killer, debt collector Nickie Dryden. This is as hard as they come; giants of their professions one with a trade that needs to be kept secret and the other holding a grudge…” -movie review: “The Debt Collectors” (1999)

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“…An imposingly large 40 year old man with a back-up crony greeted me as I opened the door…. His gracious hello consisted of “We’re here for your car, where is it?”

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Pity the poor bill collector.  On a social scale, I would guess that this occupation probably ranks somewhere above Used Car Salesman and below Undertaker.

What isn’t taken into consideration is the hard, thankless work they put in to chase down debts that their employer (the original creditor) has pretty much given up on.  Gallingly, inside the creditor’s walls, the very same people who couldn’t collect on that account still get to sport titles of Director of Credit, or Account Manager, or Customer Service.

Within the collection agency industry, well…the titles are not nearly as positive.  “Small balance desk,” or “Legal.”  Whatever their title, these people labor away to bring back millions – no, billions – of dollars annually to America’s businesses, hospitals, bankers…and even to our local, state and national governments.

Friend or enemy?  Depends on which side of the phone you are sitting…or, perhaps the practices that are being employed.  What’s YOUR favorite “bill collector” story?