Last Thursday, I got a call from Mr. Lamin stating it was very important that we meet so he can give me my title. I was very polite and nice even, surprisingly, and agreed to meet him. I really wasn’t expecting him to meet me because the last time we were supposed to meet he didn’t show and it’s probably a good thing he didn’t because I was fed up with his lies and BS so of course my purse was heavy and I might not even be here typing this post right now. LOL! He called me a couple more times that day asking me for my name and of course I didn’t give him anything but my last name because I was done talking to him I had my hounds on his ass and that’s all I needed. I was DONE talking and being nice hell. Little did I know, he had a man name Alex call me too, the same day, regarding my car. I normally don’t check voice messages but I checked this one for some reason. When I called the guy back, he was like “whoever you got on his as* got him shook. He been running round here looking crazy asking me to help him get you your title.” Of course I was like “hell he should be. I told him day one I don’t play bout my damn money and he thought it was a joke. I told him he had the right B*TCH and I’m just proving it.” Anywho, of course he didn’t call the next day and I wasn’t worried because I knew he called me for a reason.
So me being me, I called that joker Monday morning to see what kind of lies he had to tell. He told me he was gone meet me at 1:00p.m. that day to bring me my title. I was like yeah and hung up! So I called Alex back to get some more information from him because our conversation was cut short because my husband got mad and went off. Alex told me that Mr. Lamin did have my title because he personally took him up there to get it. He said that he had gone through a lot to help him get my title and he was dealing with some lock smith issues but he knew that Mr. Lamin had my title! So I called Mr. Lamin and did my normal as*hole convo and he was like “I’m gone meet you I’m on my way.”
Long story short, I got my damn title Monday! He brought it to me and I met him at another neighborhood away from where I live because I don’t trust him and don’t want to have to put a hot on in his as* if he comes back to my house with that madness. He couldn’t even look me in my face, but had the nerve to say “I’m sorry.” Ninja please save ya damn sorry you just mad I caught ya as*s and bout to sue his ass anyway and have him and the joker that referred me to him locked the hell up.
I will NEVER and I mean NEVER buy another car from a low budget as*, nobody as*, poor hustling as* shyster again. From now on I’m gone do what I’ve always done and that’s go to the car dealership! Even though I got my title, I’m still taking him to court because he will just do that sh*t again to somebody else, not to mention he showed up in a car with a DEALER tag. It’s like really bruh? You not supposed to be selling SH*T! So I’m gone do my part and make sure he is prosecuted to the FULLEST extent of the law!
So much for trying to support black owned businesses. We wonder WHY we don’t support each other. Lesson learned for me and I’m damn sho bout to teach Mr. Lamin a lesson. LOL! I told him don’t f*ck with me, but he decided to do it anyway. Now it’s time to show him who has the biggest D*CK!!! LOL!