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Back in the early 80s I worked for my father's contracting company for a few summers. One summer he was sub-contracted by another local contractor to refurbish some offices in an old aluminum smelter. We spent two weeks completing the job...under the shittiest working conditions you can't even imagine. Every day was hell whenever they fired up the big smelting furnaces and filled the air in the plant with smoke for hours.
I still remember the day the contractor showed up on the job site in his truck, and casually mentioned to us about the four new tires he'd just bought for his Chev pickup. He had us come outside to check'em out even, while proudly mentioning they cost him about $1,200 bucks.
After finishing the work, we submitted a bill to the contractor. A month went by before we received a letter from the guy, stating that he wouldn't be able to pay us...since he never got paid by the owner of the smelter.
We attempted several times to get the money from him after that, with no luck. So we went to Small Claims court and filed against him. The clerk told us, "Good luck, get in line. There's at least a dozen other sub-contractors like yourselves waiting to collect from this guy. He's a real deadbeat." Nonetheless, we put a garnishee on his bank accounts - but only ever ended up collecting about $200 out of the $2,800 he owed us after about a year.
A few years went by and we mostly forgot about the issue. Until one day I saw him driving around town in his pickup truck. I watched from across the street as he pulled in to the local grocery store parking lot, park his truck...and make his way in to the store. I was with my brother-in-law at the time in his pickup truck - so I asked to borrow the buckknife that I knew he always carried on his belt. With the knife in my jacket pocket, I walked across the street to the grocery store parking lot, walked up the the contractor's truck...and proceeded to put the buckknife into the sidewall of all four of his truck tires...lowering the entire truck to the ground on its rims. It was the middle of the afternoon, with a few customers scattered around the parking lot - but I didn't care. No one seemed to notice, and if they did...they didn't say anything.
So with regards to iBill. It may take years...but eventually some sort of justice will hopefully be served...by someone...sometime, in one form or another. People have long memories.
There will always be opportunities.
I'm a firm believer in 'what goes around...eventually comes around.'
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