Crazy gross house
Posted 01 February 2006 - 07:46 PM
P.S. I actually watched a cat piss on the counter while i worked.
Posted 02 February 2006 - 12:31 PM
Maybe we should start a "worse service call" thread.
Posted 03 February 2006 - 02:49 AM
I know you feel sorry for people in these situations but do them a favor and call the health department (but that's just my opinion). But I'm sure there are other's here that will agree with me.
Posted 03 February 2006 - 05:13 AM
The water well at this house (if you can call it a house, more like a tar-paper shack) crapped out and they didn't have enough money to replace it (but they did have enough for a brand new Dodge 4x4 king cab in the driveway!). So there was no running water in the house. I was there to fix the dryer, which was in the bathroom, upstairs.
I walked into the bathroom and involuntarily wretched from the stench of decaying human feces. Big black shit flies were everywhere and the window to the outside was wide open, no screen. I walked across the bathroom to the window and looked down.
There were streaks of old shit running all down the side of the house and piled up on the ground underneath. I put my hand on the window sill so I could lean out and see better because I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. When I put my hand on the window sill, it landed in a dap of slippery shit-- apparently one of these two-legged animals didn't hang their ass out the window far enough for all the excrement to make it down the side of the house. I convulsed and a splat of bile came shooting out of my mouth.
So, there I was, gagging productively with human shit all over my left hand and no water with which to wash it off. I wiped off what I could, smearing it on the walls, grabbed my tool bag (with my right hand) and ran out of the house while, get this, the troglodytes were laughing at me!
I got into my van, wrapped my defiled hand in a shop rag and got to a gas station as fast as I could so I could disinfect my hand with gasoline and fire... Ok, I'm exaggerating about the fire part.
I got the last laugh, though. I reported the house to the town police. Their two pasty, fat little kids with slitty, piggy eyes, were put in foster homes, the parents were arrested for writing bad checks all over town and for stealing that brand new Dodge pickup truck, and the house was condemned by the town and leveled.
Posted 05 February 2006 - 12:39 PM
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Posted 08 February 2006 - 01:40 PM
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Posted 09 February 2006 - 12:23 PM
-old Irish saying
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Posted 14 November 2006 - 02:35 PM
OK, it was a hot summer day, I drove my car in the yard and was bringing in the laser toner cartridge that was called for... Farmlord forgot to tell me that family was away until 8 PM , NOBODY would be around before then... and that the dog was roaming the turf freely. I installed the cartridge, tested printer and took old cartridge with me for recycling... and leaving the shed I started walking towards my car. Well, it was then that the dog got track of me. He trotted down to me, baring his teeth, and followed me to the car, where he sat down between me and the car door, growling and staring me and the toner cartridge in turns, like "you're taking that nowhere". I called his master, and he said "Oops, we forgot to say... OK i'm sending my daughter but it will take a while."
GREAT, I thought, knowing nothing about the family as this was the first call to that place... So, it was a HOT day, and the shit and all was stinkin-a-dinkin high, and there were large shit flies flying around and crawling my hands and face, and I had no particular place to go but wait. Everytime I shook off a fly, the dog made gestures to lunge for my wrist. I had already dropped the cartidge, which no more seemed to be any sort of a priority to the dog. He was just interested in keeping me from leaving, or anything. I was growing thirsty, but I came into second thought of opening the door and reaching for the water bottle I had brought. So I waited, and put my faith in that the daughter would come soon and perhaps be pretty.
To my astonishment, she came in some 40 minutes that seemed like 40 days... driving their family truck. And she could not have been much older than fifteen (need to be 18 to drive legally). And no, she wasn't exactly ugly, althoug neither a hot package. Anyway, she kept the dog away so I could jump in the car, pleaded me not to tell anyone that she drove, and wished me a good evening. So I promised, grabbed the cartridge and left as quick as possible (It's OK to tell now as she must now be of age to drive). So far all was fine, I hadn't been bitten or anything, but halfway home anxiety struck me and I was shaking like hell... that day could have ended gravely (excuse the pun).
Back in the office, I laid the cartridge to the recycle stack, and worte my resign application. The management were pricks anyway and gave me all the shit-ass-signments... that day topped it up for me in that business. The craphouse incident had already passed, and although it was filthier, this was enough as for the first time I felt my life was being threatened on the assignment. Luckily I'm not really scared of dogs mostly, not even of that dog then, but I knew better than trying my luck with him.
- Ken Olson, Digital Equipment Corporation (1977)
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Posted 26 October 2010 - 10:11 PM
one house i walked out of a second time..... they called my boss back after i refused service the first time, an even after cleaning i still deemed the fridge unsanitary
and high5 to our master for calling the authorities on his.... i have had to do the same thing one time
i pulled up to a house, on time and knocked... no answer(but i heard something) knocked again and screamed hello
so a small child came to the door(about 5)... i say "can you tell your mom or dad i am here to fix the fridge"... child says "mom isn't home"... i say can you tell the babysitter to come to the door... child says "i'm here alone i wasn't supposed to answer the door"
i call the boss and tell him what happened and ask him to look up and call the number for child and family services, he asks why and i tell him and he calls himself and gives the address
i sit on the step and have the lil boy come out and share a bag of chips i had in the van
abaou 1/2 hour later mom rides up on a bicycle with a case of beer, pissed out of her mind and starts screaming at me as to why i am sitting with her child
so i reminded her she was late for her appointment to fix the fridge, and that she was early for her appointment for child and family services, (cause thay had not arrived yet), luckily at that moment a police car showed up on behalf of CFS and asked me the story ... they threw her in the car and said they would take over sitting with the lil boy till CFS arrived
i pray she never got that boy back
hope i've been helpfull, if you wish to buy Brnt beer kick here
feel free to prvt msg frigidaire questions my way
(i dont log in every day)
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