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Private Investigator

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I was a Private Investigator once.

When I was a kid, I watched lot of those reruns of 1940’s Private Investigator black and white movies. A dame comes into a messy office, looking for help. A disheveled guy helps her on principle. In the meantime he makes a ton of money, as she is always rich. They fall in love and live happily together forever. Sounded very glamorous.

So, when I got offered to come on a job with a friend who was making his living being a Private Investigator I jumped at the opportunity. He would not tell me what the job was about right away, so naturally my mind made up all sorts of ideas as to what it would be. The truth was.. none of those ideas matched up to the job.

We drove into an alley, parked the car, and stepped out. My friend handed me two hundred dollars in small bills and said, “Wait five minutes then enter that club after me. Watch me, I will give you a signal. You will order one drink, then use the remainder of that money to take dances from a girl that I point out until it’s all done. Then leave the club and meet me back at the car.”

He went in, carrying a briefcase. And so I waited. Five minutes felt like an eternity. I was excited to be involved in the investigation. Then I went inside. There was a cover charge of five dollars. Coat check fee. Two dollars. One Budweiser. Ten dollars. It was very dim inside, and I could not see my friend at first. My eyes scanned the room, discreetly. I found him! He was sitting right next to dancing stage of this strip club. There was girl on stage. Song ended, another girl came onto the stage. He gave me the signal.

After the girl came off stage I called her over. Asked her to dance for me in VIP room. It was ten dollars per song. Time flies, and it was over soon, my two hundred bucks gone for good. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the entire idea of strip club was just one big scam to pilfer desperate guys.

I left the club and waited at the car. Minutes later my friend came, still carrying his briefcase. He showed me a tiny little hole on side of it, smiled and said: “We got what we came for.”

The “job” was simple. The girl that danced over a dozen songs for me nude was in the middle of a nasty divorce involving two children. She was poor, her husband was not. They both wanted custody of those kids, but neither wanted to share. Her husband hired a Private Investigations company that my friend was part of to get him proof to make her look like an unfit parent. My friend, with my help, got him what he wanted.

Not exactly what I had in mind when I agreed to do it and not glamorous at all.



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5 Comments

  1. Tasha says:

    I guess Private Investigators these days only handle divorce cases. I longed to be Sherlock Holmes and would drive my parents crazy trying to analyze stuff his way. Then I had to grow up ;)

  2. Jacob Gadava says:

    Sounds like being a Private Investigator would make for a very thrilling and exciting career.

  3. Frank Shah says:

    Always loved PI movies. And I love any kind of movie with detectives involved.

  4. Hassan Kuwit says:

    I love them so hard, these kinds of stories. If there is any other career I would have, it would be private investigator.

  5. Peter Zangara says:

    There's no federal law which mandates this service. Actually, there are very few ERISA laws that mandate specific benefits that must be included in policies offered via an employer. The good news is that, if your benefit plan is fully-insured, it's governed under state insurance law, not federal law. Call your state insurance commissioner's office for a definitive answer to your question (if you work in another state, call that state's insurance commission).. . Some states DO have laws mandating this type of service be covered; my state is one of them.

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  • When I was a kid, I watched lot of those reruns of 1940's Private Investigator black and white movies.
  • So, when I got offered to come on a job with a friend who was making his living being a Private Investigator I jumped at the opportunity.
  • My friend handed me two hundred dollars in small bills and said, "Wait five minutes then enter that club after me.
  • The girl that danced over a dozen songs for me nude was in the middle of a nasty divorce involving two children.
  • Her husband hired a Private Investigations company that my friend was part of to get him proof to make her look like an unfit parent.