We passed the house inspection.<\/p>\n
The inspector was a big, rather intimidating guy with a badge that hung around his neck. He asked questions, I answered them. I showed him the inside of the rental unit and he looked at the french doors that divide the living and dining rooms.<\/p>\n
“Oop. These doors have to go. They gotta go right now. I’ll put them in my trunk.”<\/p>\n
I was stunned, and readied myself to help with the doors … until he punched me in the arm and said “gotcha, those are some nice doors though.” This continued through the apartment until finally he said: “Well, sorry man, but I’ve got to write you up.” He then wrote “OK – PASS” on his form, and laughed a bit.<\/p>\n
He gave me paperwork on what to do for the bill and certificate. Then came the truly surreal part: I walked him to his car. Standing on the sidewalk, he turned to me and I thanked him for coming out. He looked me in the eye and unexpectedly gave me a very small, almost Japanese bow … without breaking eye contact. The laughing extortionist was totally gone, replaced by a very serious man who cared about his city: “No,” he said, “Thank you for maintaining the property. You’re doing a good job. Keep it up.”<\/p>\n
Confused, and relieved, I watched him go.<\/p>\n
In that spirit, I plan to be at Arbor Brewing Company at about 7pm tonight. I’m hungry for garlic fries.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We passed the house inspection.<\/p>\n
The inspector was a big, rather intimidating guy with a badge that hung around his neck. He asked questions, I answered them. I showed him the inside of the rental unit and he looked at the french doors that divide the living and dining rooms.<\/p>\n