Cleaned Out
My father had started a cleaning business that was taking off. He would clean carpets and do janitor work in large industrial buildings. One of his biggest clients didn’t pay him for a while and ended up owing him upwards of $80K. My father then stopped working for them and kept insisting on getting his money. But he didn’t realize who he was dealing with. That became very clear when a guy showed up at his door and pointed a Glock in his face.
Apparently, the building belonged to the mafia. The guy threatened to off my dad if he kept coming after the money he was owed—but he didn’t know my dad. My father proceeded to sue him. Of course, the bad guys ended up winning after a lengthy court battle because they had the resources to afford amazing lawyers. My father then had to declare bankruptcy, sell the house, and start from scratch again.