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grrgoylSorry for the more frequent than usual updating. Blame it on the fact that my soul is no longer being eroded away by working inventory every night.
Just a quick meth lab update. I got a call today from the guy at the environmental testing company with some "good news."
"I'm just calling to let you know that finally, after more than a year, the unit has passed testing and has a clean bill of health!" he said exuberantly. Here is where he has clearly mistaken me for someone who is excitedly counting down the days until Tracey moves back in. No, I wasn't happy that the building was contaminated, but the peace and quiet have been fabulous. "We'll be sending certificates to all the adjacent units confirming this within the next week or so. If you have any questions, please give us a call!"
"Ummm, yeah, one question. What ever became of all our stuff in the attic that you said had to be cleaned and decontaminated? Is that all done?"
Here a crack appeared in his façade of cheerfulness. "You know, I don't think they did anything with the contents. They tested the attic space itself, but not the contents." I gave the man a chance to finish. "As far as I know they left a tarp over the top of them." (I told this story to my sister, who compared this solution to the equivalent of putting one of those paper toilet seat covers down. 'For your sanitary protection!' Yeah, a $2 camping tarp doesn't really do much to allay my fears of contamination, Mister.)
It got better. "Normally the homeowner pays for the testing and cleaning of personal possessions themselves..." Oooooooooh, guess again. I've watched Judge Judy more than enough to know that wouldn't stand up in a court of law. It wasn't OUR idea to set up a meth lab. Why should WE pay for any phase of the cleanup? We are the innocent victims. He finished with some explanation as to why in this case the Whitcombs should pay for it. He promised to contact them and get back to me. If for whatever reason they refuse, perhaps y'all will be seeing us on Judge Judy. If the beloved fruit of their loins won't do any jail time, the very least they should suffer is national television exposure as the parents of a useless, filthy crankwhore. Watching Judy eat them alive and spit them out might just make all this worthwhile.
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I'm meeting Mr. Advent speakers tomorrow for the pick-up. And my brother-in-law pointed me in the direction of a very reasonably priced, decent subwoofer. It's all coming together nicely. Oh, and dchatonly finally got to feel my wrath via my claim for reimbursement through Amazon. There was a warning on the page that my comments would be seen by the seller. Really? Because I'm very concerned with sparing HIS feelings. Poor, poor dchatonly.
Just a quick meth lab update. I got a call today from the guy at the environmental testing company with some "good news."
"I'm just calling to let you know that finally, after more than a year, the unit has passed testing and has a clean bill of health!" he said exuberantly. Here is where he has clearly mistaken me for someone who is excitedly counting down the days until Tracey moves back in. No, I wasn't happy that the building was contaminated, but the peace and quiet have been fabulous. "We'll be sending certificates to all the adjacent units confirming this within the next week or so. If you have any questions, please give us a call!"
"Ummm, yeah, one question. What ever became of all our stuff in the attic that you said had to be cleaned and decontaminated? Is that all done?"
Here a crack appeared in his façade of cheerfulness. "You know, I don't think they did anything with the contents. They tested the attic space itself, but not the contents." I gave the man a chance to finish. "As far as I know they left a tarp over the top of them." (I told this story to my sister, who compared this solution to the equivalent of putting one of those paper toilet seat covers down. 'For your sanitary protection!' Yeah, a $2 camping tarp doesn't really do much to allay my fears of contamination, Mister.)
It got better. "Normally the homeowner pays for the testing and cleaning of personal possessions themselves..." Oooooooooh, guess again. I've watched Judge Judy more than enough to know that wouldn't stand up in a court of law. It wasn't OUR idea to set up a meth lab. Why should WE pay for any phase of the cleanup? We are the innocent victims. He finished with some explanation as to why in this case the Whitcombs should pay for it. He promised to contact them and get back to me. If for whatever reason they refuse, perhaps y'all will be seeing us on Judge Judy. If the beloved fruit of their loins won't do any jail time, the very least they should suffer is national television exposure as the parents of a useless, filthy crankwhore. Watching Judy eat them alive and spit them out might just make all this worthwhile.
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I'm meeting Mr. Advent speakers tomorrow for the pick-up. And my brother-in-law pointed me in the direction of a very reasonably priced, decent subwoofer. It's all coming together nicely. Oh, and dchatonly finally got to feel my wrath via my claim for reimbursement through Amazon. There was a warning on the page that my comments would be seen by the seller. Really? Because I'm very concerned with sparing HIS feelings. Poor, poor dchatonly.
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