You could not imagine what I encountered except you lived the same thing in your story. Multiply horror stories about twelve times and you get the idea what I went through. I thought losing my soulmate so young was the most impossible thing to ever go through, but to have to go back and make what had been the neatest rental property around at that time back into what it had been almost did me in. We actually had to carry out a petrified cat from a back bedroom in one of the units. My sister lost her lunch over that one! I even had to call McDonald’s to come get a five-foot tall thousand dollar trash can (yeah, the one with rocks glued all over it) out of the living room of one unit. It took four guys and some heavy-duty equipment to remove it.

I also had to evict a machette-wielding maniac out of a unit who kept his motorcycle in the living room. Enough, you get the story. I think you and Hubs and daughter and boyfriend are to be commended on tackling that job….sure understand, too. You are good people!

Since I work by the emergency room in a hospital, I’ve seen more than my share of gross things. It would be too hard to pinpoint the grossest. I remember many years ago when an elderly woman came in with a very filthy ace bandage wrapped around her leg. Long story short, when the dirty bandaging was removed there was a large family of maggots living in her leg wound. I didn’t see the maggots with my own eyes (just saw the smelly filthy leg bandage) though but trust me…that is a true story.

When I was a kid our grade school principal would always stand at the front of the lunch room and watch over us. It was a common practice of his to slowly move his hand up and in what he apparently thought was a covert way, he would dig a booger out of his nose and then slowly move that hand down to his side and we kids would see him rolling the booger between his fingers for a long long time and then eventually he would move his hand back up slowly toward his face and then he would cough or something and put his hand near his mouth and pop the booger in his mouth. Many years later my own daughter was going to the same grade school and this same principal was nearing retirement. One day she had a little girlfriend come over to play and they were giggling about Mr. “J” and his boogers. I asked what they were talking about and she told how he would do this exact same thing…still eating boogers in the lunch room after all those years. Mr. “J” died about ten years ago and to this day when I think of him, that is what comes to mind.

I guess one of the grossest things I have seen and heard at work is this one particular old man who is a “frequent flyer”. He looks exactly like Grandpa Munster and is a very annoying person. When he sits in the lobby waiting room, he constantly clears his throat, hacks and coughs up phlegm and then swallows it and starts all over again. It is absolutely disgusting! Sorry such a long post!! Please forgive me!

I had renters in my house just like that once, when we rolled up one of the carpets and carried it outside, rats and cockroaches ran from it like a sinking ship, still gives me the willies today…

Snot on the walls???

(puke)

When we moved into this house, we discovered that the last owners used to have dogs–and kept them in the back bedroom. How did we find this? We discovered quite a bit of dog poop UNDER the heat runs. (We have hot water heat.) What bothered me the most was this: that room was the LAST one we cleaned thoroughly, so we lived with this for several weeks before the discovery. (Granted, we didn’t USE the room till it was cleaned, but still…)

sure sometimes i need to pick my nose but i do it with a tissue and usually in private. i was never a nose picker/eater as a kid (thank god). i recently saw a girl pick her nose and examine it and then promptly eat it.

i used to hate blowing my nose as a kid but now i understand the benefits.