We had another encounter with Nude Dancer. He came over yesterday. I didn't think we'd hear from him so soon, but as he explained, he is having trouble cashing his welfare checks, and do we know where his driver's license is? This made me chuckle, "In there somewhere" as I gestured to the mountain of stuffed trashbags and boxes in the garage. He had brought a friend with him. He was scary looking but turned out to be rather simple. Nude Dancer carrried on and on about his guilt over having put us through this, and he seemed on the verge of tears much of the time. I don't think it was guilt though, I think he was afraid he wouldn't find his ID. We caught him in two lies, one of which was his proclamation that he only possessed one pair of pants, the ones he had on. Serge and I glanced at each other, since we had seen him just two days ago wearing other pants. Spouse was excellent. My heart tends to melt rather easily and the (I'm sure it was an act now) pathetic role he was playing really tugged at me. But Spouse was stoic, arms folded across his chest, and each time ND said, "I'm so sorry about the trouble I've caused you" (which he said many times) Spouse only replied, "Yes, you did cause us a lot of problems." And, "You're still causing us problems." No emotion, just a small sentence, delivered icily.
I was so proud.
Finally, with three sacks of stuff (about 5% of the total) ND thrust out his hand to shake, thanked us again, and promised to come back soon. Then Spouse became a hero and said, "Look, we'll make you a deal. You have thirty days to get your stuff out and pay us $500. We have this judgement for $1700 against you, but we don't expect you to be able to pay that. So 30 days from today you bring a truck and $500 or all your stuff gets donated." ND promised to comply and fled. I wonder if we'll see him again.
Incidentally, we were not wearing any of his garments. However, the TV was missing since we had put it in our bedroom. ND didn't mention a word.