
Fast personal loans are not something the lenders want brought to public attention. Or so I learned, the hard way. Dumpster style. Read on and see what I am talking about.
Going undercover. What the heck was I thinking. I literally tried to don the custodian's uniform and move about the building where one of the state's top fast personal loans companies worked. I actually thought this would work. Either I'm getting senile in my old age or I just misjudged the collective intelligence of these people, the "professionals" (and I use that term very, very loosely) who deliver some of the most popular loans in the business.
This thought process was what went through my head the first time it hit the back of the dumpster. From then on I was left alone with my thoughts... thoughts of fast personal loans, my beautiful Sadie, and the goons that I would one day seek vengeance on.
That's right. Ed, one of their executives, sensed there was a mole in their midst when I spent a little too long in his office. Or at least I think that's where I messed up. The next thing I knew, I was mopping the floor out in the mail corridor when these two goons took me by the arms and dragged me outside. Where did I come from, they wanted to know. Why did I ask questions about overnight loans to the people at their company? Why I always worked long hours when I wasn't even in a union? It just didn't add up, and therefore I was thrown into the dumpster outside the building.
"So, you gonna tell us why you are asking about fast personal loans and who you're working for?" One of the thugs screamed at me. I could not help but note that the acoustics in the dumpster were phenomenal. And that my head hurt like a son of a bitch.
"I don't know what you are talking about," I said, scrambling to regain some sense of motor control.
"We can lock you in there," Goon #1 replied. "You can do this one of two ways. Tell us who you work for and what you want to know about. You talk, we let you out. Otherwise..."
"Alright. Alright. I'm a private investigator, hired to examine your quick loans operation by a rival." I hoped to God this lie would work.
"That don't answer the question. Who is paying you. Tell us or you are getting shut in there until Thursday." I checked my watch. It said Monday. For good measure, they tossed a half-open bag of rank ass trash on top of me. I would have seen it coming, but the blood from the gash on my head had seeped into my left eye. I could not help but reflect on how what began as a simple fast loans investigation had gone so awry.
"Okay, have it your way."

The dumpster lid slammed shut and locked. With the lid, my fate was sealed as well - at least for the moment. I was left there in a bin that stank to high heaven and the feeling of defeat. Fast personal loans won the battle. But the war was not over yet.
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