Yah, yoo don’ kno’ da haff ov it, boy-o…
Well, then, this oughta clear it up for you:
Yesterday after church, we decided to ride out to the house to see if the sellers had finally moved out. (It appeared they had.) Strangely enuf, the septic system inspector guy was there (…at noon on a Sunday. Coincidence? I don’t think so; did I mention we’d just come from church?)
Anyway, upon arriving there we deduced that the sellers had pulled their moving van up into the front yard, nearly up to their front door. We further deduced that they had not counted on how heavy their belongings would be once inside the moving van.
How did we deduce this? Elementary, Watson.
By the huge, ground out tire tracks directly in the largest of the burbling cesspools!
Yes, friends, it’s true. To save their widdle tootsies from having to walk the extra ten feet to the driveway, they pulled the moving van ONTO the front yard, INTO the largest bubbling morass. Then SPUN their tires trying to get out of it.
Though, I’ve only seen clips and not the movie, in my mind I picture it as having been just like the same scene in Meet the Parents.
Anyway, the septic system inspector guy couldn’t find any breaks in the lines, not even under the tire tracks. He was kinda of the mind that the main thing wrong was that SEVEN people (incl. AT LEAST 2 teen-agers) have been living in a house built for, at most, four.
But the County Health Dept. is s’posed to be coming out tomorrow morning to give their judgement (they are, of course the final authority). They could well determine that the lines will have to be re-dug.
Oh, and did I mention that the seller is digging his heels in at the prospect of having to replace a few boards of siding and a window sill that have started rotting. At MOST it should be a couple-hundred dollars, but he’s STILL being belligerent about it.
But the light MIGHT be at the end of the tunnel, at least as far as the house goes. We’re scheduled to close tomorrow afternoon. So, nobody mention that I’m unemployed, okay? If I find one of you squealed, I’ll come to yer house, an’… an’… an’ I’ll shave yer cat!
All o’ y’all, just keep yer whatevers crossed for us…
More coming tomorrow…