Spent the day helping my wife's daughter move out of her rented home. At one point the landlady showed up and started mouthing off about every little thing. Started complaining about the dirt and how much she still had to get out of the house...in a really nasty manner. I walked up to her and calmly told her, "This is not an appropriate time to prove who's the biggest bitch." Things went a bit down hill from there. Then she started saying that she was there to help...but never lifted a finger to do anything...and started in on the nagging, complaining bitchiness. I looked at Shannon (step-daughter) and asked, "Is she always like this?" and was assured she was. I said, "I can see why you've wanted out of this crap heap for so long." Then she started in on how wonderful the house was before they moved in...I started in on all the things we'd fixed in the home since she and her husband and kids have lived there. New stove when the old one went out. "I don't have to provide that." New fridge when the old one went out...same answer. New carpet in the living room..."Well they trashed the old carpet." Rebuilding the kitchen floor and retiling it....the list goes on and on, and she claims none of it is her responsibility. I told Shannon there's no need to clean or try to fix any more, it's obvious you're not going to get a dime back on your deposit...
Really frustrating 45 minutes while the landlady was there...
On the bright side, I got to rent a U-Haul truck for the day, fill it with gas, pay for everyone's lunch, come close to heat stroke (stopped sweating and had elevated heart rate) trying to get everything they own loaded and dropped into a storage shed...It's good to be a dad, even if I've never had any kids...
Now I can house two adults and two grandkids in our single guest room until they can find another house to rent! AND they wanted hubby's nephew and nephew's girlfriend (both with no jobs) to move into our camp trailer...Nah! Pass.