so for bizarre life experiences, today, in a tour for a rental house, the landlord failed to mention that the previous tenant was being evicted. the landlord also failed to show up for the tour, then called the guy he was currently evicting to ask him if he would be willing to give us a tour.
whole house was full of cat shit. minimum 5-10 loose turds per room. uncountable layers of piss. whole house was carpeted, of course. the smell was so bad we fled within 5 minutes.
then landlord called us afterwards to give us the whole high-pressure sales routine, yeah it'll be cleaned before you move in, don't worry about it, but you gotta sign fast because this thing is gonna get leased within the day once the smell is gone and i was just. i'm not just not-sold im genuinely wondering if i should call the city about this. i don't know if that house can be fixed. i think that house could be condemned, and he didn't just show it to me, he set it up. he could've refused to let me tour. he could've cancelled. instead be begged and pleaded and weedled with a man that he hated, who hated him, for us to pretty please be allowed to look at the mummified cat turds all over that mans living room. and then that man obliged obliged, and i have no idea who the winner of that whole arrangement was supposed to be.
i know i wrote a diatribe this morning about how people are irrational chaos beasts, but like. damn. even i forget that sometimes. i need a bath.