Tennant home

   

A Three Minute Free Write

"What a pigsty!"I say.  "Not nearly what I expected."  

This is a woman who clamored down on her tenant for wiping a single hand print on her pure white washed walls.  A woman who wrote passive aggressive post-it notes  on the bathroom mirror.  A woman whom if you passed gas without spraying you were in very deep s#i%.  Or if you left your leftovers in the refrigerator she'd start fumigating the kitchen.  Her tenant's home was immaculate:   rodent free floors with rodent free walls, rodent free pipes and rodent free walls. 

And the landlord's own home was filled with dirty laundry, basket upon basket.  A hoarder's dream.  The kitchen was filled with pop cans, bag upon bag, waiting for the collector's to give her a dollar.  Was it worth it? I asked.  She'd collect the pop cans at work, a book club, at her nearest grocery store.  Are you done with that?  She'd scoop up the can from the patron's hand, throw it in her recycled bag for safe keeping while her home was collecting.