My wife has a sinister side. She sometimes likes watching the vein in temple pulse and seeing floam flecked spittle fly from my mouth as I scream garbled half profanities at the inanimate object known as the TV. When the mood strikes her, she turns on the show Operation Repo and sits back and giggles. My on-line name is Repoman and that isn't just from whimsy. For 14 years I made my living repo-ing cars. So believe me when I tell you that the only granule of truth that show contains is that repomen, by and large, are fat. Spend 10 to 12 hours a day riding around looking for deadbeats and shoving twinkies in your mouth, that's what your gonna get. All the physical altercations, the spraying of mace, the chases...all that bullshit is just that. Bullshit. Now this isn't to say crazy things never happened. I was beat up, I was shot at, I did have a high speed chase, I even had a guy dressed in nothing more than his tighty whiteys run after me down the street on Christmas morning (I still laugh thinking about it....driving just fast enough so he thought he might catch up to keep him running as long as possible). But what I never did was hit anybody (even when they were hitting me), carry a firearm, or spray somebody with a can of pepper spray. If that reality show were "real", it'd show a guy who was mostly bored except for the 23 seconds it would take him to hook up your car in the driveway and leave unnoticed while you were asleep.