Scooter = Mr. Potter

That is what my receptionist jokingly called me last Thursday as I walked out of the office to oversee an eviction. For those not familiar, it was a reference to the bad guy in It's a Wonderful Life. Today I was Mr. Potter as I watched over an eviction of the B&B owner. The owner was substantially behind in rent but that did not make today any easier. Sometimes I really hate my job. An hour ago I was looking for the evictee's cat. I didn't find the kitty.