Laying here watching Rekieta Law on Rumble, I had a flashback... Flashback was prompted by something going on with my family. One of my kids had a major break up and is relocating. So I was kind of doing the check everything, on top of stuff, the garage etc...
It reminded me about a house I purchased 25 years ago. We did an inspection and it was maybe 3 days before closing. Everything is fine although worn down. The seller, a school teacher and her former drum major son were living there.
She was wackadoodle. Her son fell, drunk, into a pool on the property and nearly drowned. She had someone fill it with construction rubble... She was that type of person.
So, upon closing, I go to the house. Dog poop in the house, junk left in it too... Including a bunch of photos.
A little while later, she comes asking about them. I took the opportunity to share that while I was cleaning out all the rubble they left and dog shit that everything that was left in the house was thrown away.
A few weeks after that, a horribly large box apparently full of textbooks was delivered to her at my address. She came asking for that too. She had no fucking guilt about leaving the house trashed.
I had informed her that I refused delivery of those boxes.
After FedEx did not come to pick them up, I put those in the trash too.
I'm still angry about what they did. How fucking fucked up do you have to be not to be respectful as you're leaving a house you sold to a young couple?
That bitch.
