House Hunters FAIL

 

Bringing you the latest installment, brand spanking new…

 

Remember when our realtor was showing us a bathroom without realizing that a man was (ahem) pooping right behind her in plain view?

 

And then when I got locked in a bathroom in another vacant house?

 

The house hunting adventures continue with one brought to you straight from this evening.

 

Mr. Daddy and I took a detour on the way home – Mapquesting a For Sale property that had many acres, two rental homes, and a manufactured home that “needs TLC”.

 

The ad ended with,

“SHOWN BY APPOINTMENT ONLY.  NO DRIVEBYS”.

 

Which… in my oh-so-normal house hunting experience, means you can mosey past to look at it, but not get out and look around.

 

Well… we pulled down a driveway.  That had a gate – that was WIDE OPEN.  I mean, that’s practically an invitation, guys!

 

 

We could barely see the two rental homes past the 4’ high grass, assorted litter, numerous vehicles, and TENTS in the yard.

 

Wait… people are camping here?

 

That “needs TLC” manufactured home… needed a dozer.

 

I casually dropped something about “I see why they said no drivebys”…

And an already-skeeved out Mr. Daddy looked at me dumbstruck while quickly turning the car around.

He said through gritted teeth, “this place is a meth lab”.

 

And then…

 

there were no words.

 

In an overrun garden next to the driveway…

 

 

A guy and a gal.

Embracing.

Zero clothing from the waist up.

Oblivious to the car kicking up dust and rocks a few feet away.

 

GO GO GO GO GO GO GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

We made it home in record time.

 

I laughed the whole stinkin’ way.

 

“Seriously, what is WRONG with you Rach?!?!”

 

 

Again… I laughed and laughed the whole stinkin’ way home.

 

 

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