From 1998 to 2008 I worked at the Dutch royal mail, in a post office where most of the cities PO-boxes were. We had about 1800 PO-boxes there. A (debt) curator had one of these PO-boxes, and he'd come in to empty it every morning. He'd empty his PO-box and flip through the letters. Sometimes he'd do a fistpump and do a little dance upon seeing one of the envelopes. Then one day he was flipping through his mail, and then he paused ... and opened the envelope on the spot. He read that letter, and then he burst into dance. And he sang the song of "Weew! I got his house! Yeah, I got his house!". And he danced and sang his way out of the building. Some time later, he came up to the counter. He said: "Gimme like 2 boxes of 80 cent stamps, and 1 box of €1,60 stamps". He then proceeded to empty his pockets and covered the counter in a pile of random coins. He gleefully said: "I emptied someones drawers!" Debt curators are special people. I'm not sure how things go in the US, but over here, when you go into bankrupcy, a curator takes charge of your debt, your funds, your properties and your income, in order to resolve those debts. Some of those curators enjoy their job.
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