August 2010
2 posts
Infested
Today began round two. This would be the second field inspection of a condo whose owner was.. difficult. The difficulty arose from the condescending tone he took with me. It was buttercream frosted. So thick your eyes would water. He was condescending in the worst way; as if to say, “Of course we’re friends!” Idiot.
I could have slapped his sweaty face off this morning....
An unimpeachable gentleman
I helped an old man today. I didn’t *do* anything, except hear him when he talked. He said things like, “I was only trying to help my kids”; “Now they’re going to take my house”; and “I just don’t understand.”
Clearly, the eighty year old who sat across from me hadn’t had an easy go of it the past few years. He had paid off his house...