Sunday, June 17, 2012

The Rental Inspector

We had our annual rental inspection this month.  We straightened up the house and had everything much-less-dirty-than-usual.  On the day of the inspection, the inspector was scheduled to arrive anytime between 10:00 AM and 2:00 PM, so we went about business as usual, except we were wearing pants.  10:00 AM came and went; no inspection.  11:00 AM; still nothing.  12:00 PM arrives and I think, I hope they don't catch me in the middle of lunch, but no, still nothing.  Finally, at 1:45 PM, I had to leave for work. 

As I gathered my scattered belongings, someone knocked on our door--a woman wearing a very pink shirt and pants covered in big, tropical prints.  Of course, the rental inspector arrives now.



Why isn't this rental inspector coming inside?  Maybe she wants to start by walking the perimeter of the yard.  Ari heard me talking and came to the door.



Ari, sensing the woman's hesitation, introduced himself.



And with those friendly words, she rallied.



I don't know what was more awkward:  the fact that this lady had no idea Ari is Jewish and does not want to go to a Jehovah's Witness meeting, or the fact that I had just invited her to come walk around in our house for no apparent reason.




And that's why I'm a terrible spouse.

8 comments:

  1. Hahhahaha I think your response was great. I'm sure he handled it just fine. :P

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  2. My brother used to invite the Jehovah's in and give them orange juice and argue with them until everybody involved was being passive-aggressive, condescending, and cussy.

    I hope Ari gave ol chamrock pants a good word about the old testament!

    Love this. Love you.

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  3. Haha, I would have done exactly the same thing to Miss-Matic. But in that case, I'd feel more sorry for the Jehovah's Witness :/

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  4. What if she had come in and walked around your house!!! How funny would that be? Great post, as usual.

    xxo
    MOV

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  6. One afternoon after high school, 2 Mormons were walking up our driveway. They didn't get the hint to move out of the way and I almost hit them with my car. Shannon and I told them that Jesus was our best buddy and wished them a good afternoon before running in the house and locking the door.

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  7. I laughed so... so... soooo hard. Thank you! I approve of your actions.

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