other people's leavings...

If you will be patient, it will get amusing, in a perverse sort of way...

Paul had these people renting his office building. Sorta-, semi-, kinda renting, as I think he reported having paid the Sheriff's Office four separate times to serve warrants for non-payment since they moved in about a year ago. As you can tell by the verb tense, we are no l onger doingbusiness with these folks, as they have moved on to more fertile sucker-land, and likely non-paying where-ever they are currently 'doing business' with the utilities regularly being suspended, the landlord constantly pounding on the door.

He had to get the building re-painted after their year's tennancy, and do some other repairs, including (this is really gross) having to call a plumber after the utilities were discontinued (read: no water coming into the building) and the workers continued to use the facilities... I will let you read between the lines to figure out how uniquely, distinctly disgusting that could become.

Paul was so astounded at the volume of trash the 'renters' (term applied Very loosely) did not bother to clean up, when he went in the building (after having to get a locksmith to open the door and change the locks), he came home to get the camera and 'document' the situation. He even printed the pictures on 8x11 paper to get the most disgusting effect.

And then wanted to take people in to view the condition in the bathroom. When I said I did not need to actually see what they had not flushed, he got really upset: but I held my ground/nose and did not venture past the front room.

In order to assure that you will continue to read my musings, and hopefully get a laugh: the funny part is what they left behind...He called a repair guy to fix the pull down stairs going into the attic, as the 'door' part that fits flat up against the ceiling had been damaged. Repairman said it was not fixable, but would have to be replaced. So he did. But when he was up in the attic, he commented that the "'formerly know as' renters" had left a number of vacuum cleaners up there. You can imagine the expresssion on my face when I heard this :o

So I went up in the attic the first of last week, and got down eleven (11) old, discarded, non-sucking mal-functioning vacuums left by the people who I assume took them as 'trade-ins' when they sold their un-suspecting victims shiny new ones, giving them some small amount of 'credit' toward the full-powered, energetic, multi-tool, Rainbow of their dreams. It was astounding. I cannot begin to fathom why they would go to the trouble, effort to drag 30 pound vacuums up those narrow folding stairs to squirrel away in the dust and insulation of the attic.

I told Paul I did not want to put them out by the street for the city to come by and load on the house-hold trash truck. But called a local non-profit to come and pick them up, hoping they have people in need of work who can repair with enough baling wire and duct tape to put in their re-sale shop and find someone in need of the used appliances. Plus: tax deduction!!! because the receipt has Dec. 31 on it.


It gets better: in addition to the (nearly) dozen deceased vacuum-cleaner corpses, there were thirty-seven (37) empty boxes that the huge vacuums are packed in for shipping from the factory. What????? So, I went back up in the attic last Saturday, and got all those boxes down, plus a variety of misc. parts, hoses, orphaned wheels, attachments that had come unattached to the mother-ship-vacuum. Thirty-seven empty boxes. And another huge one from a flat-screen TV they must have used for training videos, and several smaller ones they were too sorry/lazy to take out to the street as trash (but willing to shove up in the ceiling!)

I took all the boxes across the parking lot, two by two, and neatly stacked them up along the curb for the city to pick up when trash trucks get back on their routes this week. Paul wondered how long it would be before someone came along and thought they had hit the winning lottery number, was willing to go through all those boxes in hope that there would actually be a useful appliance left in one by mistake. Those people who work out of surrounding buildings there in the office park probably had a large bovine (as in: Holy Cow!)when they turned into the parking lot this morning, confronted with the 37 empty boxes from the Kirby vacuum company stacked up like dominos.

Hard to imagine people so consistently appallingly sorry/lazy/uncaring...