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I remember when I found the neighborhood I currently live in. Something about it said "Home". I loved it and told the realtor I wanted to see every house for sale in this development. We had several on our list for that day. We were running a little late. We knocked on the door and the older gentelman who lived there didn't answer, but then my husband heard someone calling out faintly.
Apparently the elderly gentleman had some kind of episode and was only partially conscience on the floor. My brother froze, my Mother was upset I'm sure because it reminded her of my Dad who had only died a few years prior. She kept ahold of my daughter who was young at the time.
My realtor sat with him, my husband grabbed a phone, I reminded him that here in the states you dial 911 (not 999 like in the UK) and I went to the bathroom to look at his meds to get an idea of what he suffered from so we could pass that along to the 911 operator.
Well while we were waiting, I heard this odd faint sound, I went to the kitchen to find that he had a kitten and the little kitty (a gorgeous Siamese) had been closed in a kitchen pantry.
The gentleman was fine but they were selling the house because he could no longer live on his own. It was a pretty shocking thing. It left me shakey because only a couple years before BOTH of my parents had suffered heart attacks in the same summer, my Mother recovered but my Father did not.
I went to meet a client at a house to show him, and the it was across the street from another house that the owner had spraypainted in large black paint: DO NOT LOITER AT THIS HOUSE, THE POLICE ARE WATCHING. And there was a large group of teens hanging at the corner of that house.
I looked at my client and said, are you sure you even want to go in this house? If I am a home owner and I write on my house with spray paint, is that enough of a red flag? We left....
The hubby and I were considering buying a house that was in a gentrifying area, kind of on the fringes of the ghetto. We were driving around the neighborhood trying to convince ourselves that it would be Ok, and safe, and good place to live. Right around the corner from the house we were looking at, we happened upon a stately brick home with the words "DO NOT PI$$ HERE" spray-painted on the wall in hot pink. We didn't buy the house.
I couldn't get out of one open house fast enough - The house appeared ok outside but we walked in and immediately wanted to back out of this house; it reeked of mold. Reeked to the point of unable to breathe kind of reeked. My husband turned heel and walked but I couldn't do it! The owner nicely conducted the house tour while I stifled the urge to run out or at least cover my nose. Down a dim shadowy unlit hallway he opened the door to the dim MBR that had shades drawn and no lights. I stayed hovering in the doorway as he walked in pointing out the large closet etc. I tried the light switch but it didn't connect to the table lamps. As my eyes adjusted I saw that the big lump on the bed was moving and realized his wife was asleep, snoring a little. He continued the tour never making mention of her. In the walkout basement he proudly pointed out a huge hot tub that was steaming away. The humidity and smell of this unventilated space was dizzying. When I said I thought the hot tub was probably making a mold smell he appeared utterly dumbfounded saying they hadn't had any issues with mold. You could SEE the mold stuff coated on the ceiling of the basement. After leaving I realized the 30'sish guy was extremely pale and shaky, looked ill. We think that hot tub mold was making them sick!
I was doing a walk through with a client who had rented a home. During the showing we noticed that some bees had started a hive inside the attic above the garage so we added that into the contract with some other repairs.
One of the requested repairs was to fix the drop down ladder to the attic access. It was in the middle of the garage. I pulled the ladder down only to be drenched by thousands and thousands of dead bees! UGH!
My client ended up cancelling the deal. Not because of the bees. But because it was ONLY repair item in the contract that actually got done.
And the listing agent "property manager" got into a petty argument with my client over how to and where to use a pressure cleaner.
My client walked away from a 3 year lease because he wasn't going to deal with the jerk for the next 3 years.
We ended up getting them an even better home though.
The owner was showing his home to us, and I walked in one room where there was a Virgin Mary statue on the desk (there was religious Catholic stuff all over the house), but what was hilarious was that he forgot to close the closet door, and pasted to the inside of this closet door, was a huge poster of a naked woman spread eagle right in the line of sight of the poor Virgin Mary. Hilarious. He then ran to close the closet, just in time before my kids walked in there.
I also went to another home, and opened the closet, and inside a small acrylic box was the owner's Goliath bird eating tarantula. That gave my husband a heart attack (he HATES spiders). I thought it was cool, but rather interesting to hide it in the clothes closet. LOL!
Oh I didn't mean anything derogatory by that..my husband served in the army in Korea, and as far as he knew, they were the only ones he knew of that cooked like that, and that's what kimche is made of. No offense intended..But whoever they were, it did stink
Kimchi is a vegetable dish; doesn't have fish in it. Koreans don't cook with fish much - it's much more common in Vietnamese dishes.
Kimchi is a vegetable dish; doesn't have fish in it. Koreans don't cook with fish much - it's much more common in Vietnamese dishes.
Wrong, some kimchi is made with fish like squid or anchovies. There are many different kinds of kimchi, not just the Napa cabbage kind. Koreans eat a lot of fermented food which can have an unpleasant odor to those not accustomed to it. I'm a Korean food junkie.
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