That is a cool story!
Agreed. I had the hots for her back in the 80s.
How is that even allowed? My visions of military neatness have been dashed. I’ve usually enjoyed dating ex-military men because in my experience (2 Navy, 2 Army) they have learned how to clean up after themselves. I thought it was because they had to pass inspections of their living quarters. Is that just while away on deployment or something?
One year that Mom was president of her HOA, she sent me to one of the neighbor’s houses to get a signature.
I went back up saying “ugh, that place was horrible!” It wasn’t dirty (well, lots of dust because it was pretty much undustable), but it was the busiest home décor I’ve ever seen. There was barely space between the furnishings, all of which were either used for sitting or holding a ton of Lladró and Swarovski sculptures (hint: they lose their shine if they’re not clean); there was lace everywhere, and the lace hung off the furniture, so there was a risk of something catching on somebody’s clothing and rrrrriiip-crash! go the sculptures. The four lamps I saw were chandeliers, more glass in need of cleaning. Even the walls were clogged, with too many paintings too close together. I didn’t dare sit down and moved as little as I possibly could.
I think it was the least-comfortable house I’ve ever been to. I’ve been to houses where the bathroom was carpeted; to houses where the carpet had been set directly on the soil; houses with roaches; houses with maria trying to grow from the soil under the aforementioned carpet… but those could at least be fixed with a good cleaning (as I did fix some of the houses I moved into). How do you clean off a ton of Lladrós which have been bought because “oh, no, I don’t particularly like them, but they’re very valuable collectibles, dear”?
Weak ass, lazy NCOs.
My Team Leaders inspect their Soldiers’ living areas every morning. And I inspect them at least once a week. Not even a half-filled trash bin is tolerated.
As a property manager, I see the insides of people’s apartments/trailers pretty frequently. Currently, I have 14 tenants. Two of them are living in what would be classified as ‘squalor’. One of them is an animal hoarder. She has no fewer than four dogs, eight cats, and an assortment of rats, reptiles and other assorted beasties. The only reason she can get away with living as she does, is she’s in the trailer park, not the apartment building, so the health department doesn’t crack down on her too hard.
I did have a case, though, where I actually pressed charges for destruction of property. This was in the apartment building. When the girl came to ask about renting an apartment, she told me she had ‘a dog’, and asked if that was a problem. I said no, but there was an additional pet deposit. Well, she and her boyfriend made a deposit (though not the full thing; this is standard in this very-low-income area) and moved in. Turns out, she had three dogs, Pit Bulls, and one of them was pregnant! Within two months, there were eight dogs in that apartment. Oh, yeah, one of the first things the bf did when they moved in was change the lock to one I didn’t have a key to (directly contrary to the contract they had signed). After one of many calls to the police department about a domestic disturbance, the officer knocked on my door and told me there was dog crap everywhere in the apartment. I had already told them the dogs had to go (to which the girl responded “But these dogs are like my babies! Someone might as well tell you that you have to get rid of your daughter!” Seriously? You’re comparing my daughter to a dog?? Really??), but upon hearing this, I knocked on their door immediately. Bf would not let me in. I called the police department, and was told that he couldn’t be forced to let me in without going to court! So I figured if I was going to go to court, I’d just file eviction papers (they were already three weeks behind on rent and hadn’t finished paying the deposit).
The eviction should have been clear-cut and immediate, but this is a tiny town, and it turns out that the judge in the case had known the girl since she was very young. Also, the girl was pregnant. The girl swore in court that it wasn’t true that there was dog crap all over the place (“Sometimes they have accidents, of course, but we clean it up right away!”) and that she could catch up on the money they owed me in the next two weeks. So the judge ‘held it over’ for a month (after telling the tenant that she had to let me in to inspect the apartment, had to give me a copy of the key, and had to get rid of a majority of the dogs). A month passed, they still refused to let me in the apartment, they still hadn’t paid any money, the girl was only a month away from delivering her baby, and we went back to court. In court the second time, the girl said “I have all the back-rent with me right now! I can get the rest of the security deposit within a week! We’ve found homes for all but one of the dogs!” Believe it or not, the judge asked me if, in light of all this, couldn’t I just ‘work something out’, seeing as how the girl was only a month away from delivering.
I said “With all due respect, your honor, the girl knew what her pregnancy situation was last time we were here. Since then, they’ve not complied in any way with what she promised last time; I’m not inclined to work anything out with them”. At that point, the judge really had no choice but to issue an eviction notice.
When they left (without paying anything they owed, of course), sure enough, the entire apartment was ankle deep in dog shit. It took two hired men a week to clean the place out. The police chief had already been in and took pictures (he’d been looking for a good reason to bust the bf for years, anyway), and I filed charges against them. Ugh.
My mom had a tenant who smoked hookah in the house and left giant smoke rings on the ceiling, never once cleaned the stove, and cracked the tile and let water seep into the shower :smack:. This was a guy who had a great job, too. Some people are just filthy human beings.