They turned my bathroom into a total disaster area. We’re going to have to buy a new toilet seat because they got something on this one that I can’t get off. They slung sludge and muck all over the bathroom. Hubby told them that I had just cleaned it from top to bottom.
One of them had the nerve to walk in and tell me if I had a towel he’d wipe things up. I kept from strangling him. Thanked him but told him no. THEN I saw the room. A freaking TOWEL wasn’t going to clean up that mess. I’m going to have to get out the big guns (chemicals) tomorrow night when Richard is at work. He can’t handle the chemical smell.
What was it that blocked the drain? A fucking sock. Evidently someone thinks it’s tres chic to bathe using their socks. Of course this is mild in comparison to the time the plumber found a zorro type mask. Richard took it to the people upstairs and the woman grabbed it saying it was hers. Then she told him she and her husband had been playing some kind of sex game in the tub and that was how she lost it. You’d think she wouldn’t volunteer that information to a total stranger but she did. Eewww.
We have and have had “lovely” neighbors since we’ve lived here
