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said_scarlett) wrote2008-09-09 10:43 am
said_scarlett) wrote2008-09-09 10:43 am
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Damn Dirty Hippies
For once, my subject line isn't a random lyric, it's actually relevant to this entry.
I am referring to the previous tenants who had the house before us. We somewhat questioned their sanitary habits before, but gave them the benefit of the doubt that they were in the middle of moving. And believed them when the claimed the stained linoleum was from before they moved in.
I call them hippies because they are the extremist tree-hugging sort. The holier-than-thou, sacrifice personal hygiene and common sense in the name of...whatever, and generally give the impression of being the sort to show up at PETA rallies with no idea why they're even there.
Our first clue as to their general shadiness - because all the above was generally excused, as we only met them once - was the fact that the lied to us about certain small details regarding the house. But we figured maybe they were confused, hey, it happens. They also lied about the landlady. That was not so excusable.
Then there was there staunch insistence that they couldn't actually be out of the house on time. There was 'too much to do'. That, in particular, makes me twitch. I had too much to do, too, but I still got it done, and so did Nija. But some pressure from the landlady, and they were out just a few days after they were supposed to be.
But oh, did they leave their mark. And I mean that literally, in some cases. Gouges and dents in the walls and doors. Stains on the floor. Crayon or marker on doors. A giant, freaking credenza in my bedroom. The credenza, which has proved too heavy for even the quite strong to move properly, was moved into the bedroom to cover a hole in a door. Now a normal person would either a) fess up (not likely with these people) or b) hang a poster over it. Not use a massive, unwieldy piece of furniture.* They didn't bother to clean the stove, which had years worth of gunk and mess in it, and just generally left trash and mess about.
And then there was....the fridge.
Not the fridge in the kitchen. Oh no, that was cleaned out. No, it was the hidden fridge they failed to mention in the shed. Not only did they fail to mention it, they failed to clean it out, and left crap in there to spoil once the power was turned off. Which it was. The shed reeks. The fridge is defrosting so that the waste can be removed, but for the love of all that is holy....
And on top of that, they stole the microwave.
The damn dirty hippies stole our microwave.
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*The plus side here being it's a beautiful piece that will serve as a bureau.
I am referring to the previous tenants who had the house before us. We somewhat questioned their sanitary habits before, but gave them the benefit of the doubt that they were in the middle of moving. And believed them when the claimed the stained linoleum was from before they moved in.
I call them hippies because they are the extremist tree-hugging sort. The holier-than-thou, sacrifice personal hygiene and common sense in the name of...whatever, and generally give the impression of being the sort to show up at PETA rallies with no idea why they're even there.
Our first clue as to their general shadiness - because all the above was generally excused, as we only met them once - was the fact that the lied to us about certain small details regarding the house. But we figured maybe they were confused, hey, it happens. They also lied about the landlady. That was not so excusable.
Then there was there staunch insistence that they couldn't actually be out of the house on time. There was 'too much to do'. That, in particular, makes me twitch. I had too much to do, too, but I still got it done, and so did Nija. But some pressure from the landlady, and they were out just a few days after they were supposed to be.
But oh, did they leave their mark. And I mean that literally, in some cases. Gouges and dents in the walls and doors. Stains on the floor. Crayon or marker on doors. A giant, freaking credenza in my bedroom. The credenza, which has proved too heavy for even the quite strong to move properly, was moved into the bedroom to cover a hole in a door. Now a normal person would either a) fess up (not likely with these people) or b) hang a poster over it. Not use a massive, unwieldy piece of furniture.* They didn't bother to clean the stove, which had years worth of gunk and mess in it, and just generally left trash and mess about.
And then there was....the fridge.
Not the fridge in the kitchen. Oh no, that was cleaned out. No, it was the hidden fridge they failed to mention in the shed. Not only did they fail to mention it, they failed to clean it out, and left crap in there to spoil once the power was turned off. Which it was. The shed reeks. The fridge is defrosting so that the waste can be removed, but for the love of all that is holy....
And on top of that, they stole the microwave.
The damn dirty hippies stole our microwave.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*The plus side here being it's a beautiful piece that will serve as a bureau.