When my now-adult son was in high school, he had a summer job working as a moving man for a friend's dad's company. The company had a contract with the local constable's office. One of my son's and his friend's assignments was to drive a truck around to the offices of a very-big shopping mall and to meet a constable to collect a seven-figure court judgment that hadn't been paid. The constable, my son, and his friend walked into the management office; the constable presented the writ of execution of the judgment, and my son and his friend started unplugging and loading up office equipment and furniture to be hauled off and sold at auction. The manager said "Wait, wait"; a hour later, a cashier's check arrived for the amount of the judgment.
> The constable, my son, and his friend walked into the management office; the constable presented the writ of execution of the judgment, and my son and his friend started unplugging and loading up office equipment and furniture to be hauled off and sold at auction.
yeah, that’s like totally reasonable. I’ve done similar back in the ‘80s, using a similar process seized bank accounts when the former employer ignored an order to pay a judgement over unpaid expenses. Notably they didn’t bother to appear in court in the first place; they never responded to service even though I paid extra to have the Sheriff’s Deputy serve it. Then they ignored my calls and letters for several weeks. I knew all the bank account numbers already, so: back to the judge for an order to seize the accounts. Showed up at the bank an hour later with the deputy in tow and walked out with a bank check for roughly $45k 30 minutes later.
Nowadays a bank makes you wait some days for a payout but they will freeze the funds immediately.
These days I prefer lawyering up, but in the late ‘70s I called on a supplier to deliver promised equipment that was being delayed because well, I was a teen-ager and even though I had paid they felt like I wasn’t a serious customer. So I paid a local motorcycle club $500 to escort me to the meeting, as well as sit there in the parking lot revving engines and scratching off whilst I met with the vendor. The MC got a hefty tip because: members helped load the product, and the MC president encouraged a 50% refund made out to me personally to ensure I would never have to be a customer again...
When my now-adult son was in high school, he had a summer job working as a moving man for a friend's dad's company. The company had a contract with the local constable's office. One of my son's and his friend's assignments was to drive a truck around to the offices of a very-big shopping mall and to meet a constable to collect a seven-figure court judgment that hadn't been paid. The constable, my son, and his friend walked into the management office; the constable presented the writ of execution of the judgment, and my son and his friend started unplugging and loading up office equipment and furniture to be hauled off and sold at auction. The manager said "Wait, wait"; a hour later, a cashier's check arrived for the amount of the judgment.