June 20, 2008

• Got sent to a house to do an inspection. Nice little brick ranch, maybe 800 sq feet. Nice, until I opened the door. I called the Realtor and asked if they were kidding? Turns out she had the house numbers wrong. Not 5720, 5027. Five blocks, in this case, makes a hell of a difference....

  

  

  trash and garbage piled three feet high in most of the house.

  

  massive cobwebs hanging from the ceilings in all rooms...

  

  

  hard to see, but part of the living room, VHs tapes on top of a vcr on top of a TV. All porn.

  

  food boxes, McD sacks all over, half drunk pop and beer cans, mouse and rat traps all over, cockroaches galore.

  

  

  

  

  this, believe it or not, was a functioning bathroom. Sort of.

  

  

  

  see the vacuum cleaner in the pile. This would be considered torture for vacuums to have to live in...

  

  Lower level bathroom. Look carefully, you can see cans and jars of food sitting all over the house. Some of it old, rotting, moldy, etc. Refrig was non-functioning, had never been cleaned out since it quit...

  

  If that isn't enough to make you want to run screaming down the street, go home and take three showers...

  Needless to say I called the City Building Inspectors and turned the place in. I have no idea who lives there.

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