Good Lord

SeaCat

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This morning I received a call from the Park Manager. It seems one of the newer trailers had a plugged sink. Because the park had a contract with the new owners he wanted to know if I could save him and the new owners of the trailer a bit of money and check it out.

Now $50.00 bucks is fifty bucks and the job looked to be an easy one. I agreed.

I grabbed my tool box and walked back to the trailer in question. AS I approached the trailer I started to have second thoughts. The yard was filled with trash. Not just your normal trash but a lot of empty beer boxes and fast food wrappers. I knocked on the door and was greeted by a younger guy wearing boxers and Flip Flops. Oh well thems people right? I tell him why I'm there and he leads me to the kitchen sink.

Oh man but the inside of the trailer is a mess. Now this place is less than six months old and it's filled with trash. It smells like shit and already the walls are filled with holes. The curtains are Bedsheets tacked up over the windows.

I try to use the snake and it goes in about six inches and just stops. Well this isn't a good sign. I push trash away from the cabinet doors with my foot and kneel down so I can get at the pipes. The area under the sink is packed with garbage. Half empty food bags from the local fast food places. It's crawling with bugs. I spot more Roaches than I care to think about as they scramble among the Spider Webs and Ants. Oh this is disgusting. The smell reminds me of a Slaughter House that has been shut down for a while.

I spray the area down with Bug Spray while wishing for DDT. I pull out my Stilkson and reach in to undo the drain Pipe. As it comes free trash starts dropping out. Used Butts and pieces of plastic. Oh Christ.

I clean out the trap and use the snake to clean out a shit load more junk. As I'm doing this I hear a shriek from the back of the trailer. Here comes the Lady of the House. I hesitate to describe her but feel I must. (If for nothing else than to spread the suffering.)

This lovely young lady was maybe 25 years old. She couldn't have tipped the scales at less than three fifty. Her Cellulite had fatty deposites and her body was encased in bad body odor and nothing else. Her voice could have removed paint from a bridge as she demanded to know why some guy was in their place putting her in danger of having her body violated. (Huh?:eek::eek:)

Hubby scratched his ample belly then his butt before telling her I was there to fix the sink, to which her reply was it was about damned time.

I got the drain cleaned out and put back together then declined to fix the toilet as I headed out the door in a hurry.

I told the Property Manager that he owed me a hell of a lot more than fifty bucks for the job when I saw him next. He asked why and I explained. He wasn't happy with this as the trailer was just being rented to this couple.

When I arrived at home I didn't bother bringing the ToolBox inside. Instead I set it in the yard, opened the top and dropped in a Bug Bomb before closing the lid again. Going inside I dropped my clothes on the patio and stepped inside to take a long assed shower.

Good Lord how can people live that way?

Cat

(Oh and James? They were White and drove a nice car.)
 
Here's an idea that'll keep you offa recreational drugs:

Imagine why she thought you were there to violate her? You were holding a pipesnake and a can of bugspray. :eek: SSSSSSCcccaaaRRRyyy!!!! That kind of redneck horror porn is not easily forgotten. If you think I'm crazy, and it had nothing to do with the pipesnake, I can tell you stories about why you should not give people--even ones you think you know or you are begged to 'help'--rides to the emergency room. I had 3 in 2 months that cured me of 'being a good Samaritan' to friends at parties--and even elderly landlords. If there's an extreme story thread, maybe that's where those tales of caution belong--:confused: Hope you can either be pickier about your clients or pick a diff way to earn a living--heck, become a pro adult lit writer :D
 
Good Lord how can people live that way?

Cat

(Oh and James? They were White and drove a nice car.)

I sometimes have to deal with that type in my work. I also wonder how they live that way. The thing I'm not sure of is, are they really people? Are there some sort of standards/qualifications?
 
A friend of mine owned some rental houses and on occasion I'd help him clean and prep a house for new tenants. Ugh!

Filth, insects, odors, trash, clogged plumbing, stolen fixtures, discarded clothing, piles of shitty diapers in closets, indescribably filthy kitchens and bathrooms, and a stench that would gag a maggot. Animals are cleaner than some people.

We'd discard kitchen appliances and bathroom fixtures like toilets and sinks because all the soap this side of hell wouldn't get them clean. Ick!
 
My aunt had a rental property where the tenants knocked holes in the walls and turn the place into a giant model train set, then they got board and flooded the place so the floor had to be replaced. I used to live in this really crap building with evil ******ts. A group of young guys next door barged doorways through all the walls and generally trashed place. The tenants across the drive from us trashed they're place so bad the police left in disgust after trying to settle a drug fucked domestic, shaking their head saying it was the worst mess they'd ever seen.
 
SEACAT

I cant recall a single black home that was nasty; all of them were white people. Blacks groove on pictures of Jesus everywhere NOT filth.

The nastiest place I ever saw was miles back in the woods past where the road ended; I broke an engine mount getting to the trailer.

The yard was filled with bags of garbage...I mean filled like a dump. They had a path thru the garbage to the front door. The carpet was soaked with dog urine, the bath tub was filled with rotted clothing, the kitchen was coated with brown grease and nasty dishes were stacked everywhere, and most of the windows were broken. A white woman and 3 kids lived there.
 
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