Hope you guys are all having a happy Memorial Day. I'm celebrating my 3 day weekend by barbecuing and drinking some beer. Then, when that's done, and Tuesday is here... I'm probably gonna barbecue and drink some beer, because there's really no such thing as a 3 day weekend when you're unemployed.
The in-laws were here this last week, and if any of you guys remember this post, you know that we have a townhouse two houses down from the one I live in now that we've been trying to get ready to rent out. It was once lived in by my brother-in-law's now ex-wife, and she completely trashed it. There were cigarette stains EVERYWHERE. Walls were ripped out. Playdoh and pudding was mashed in the carpet. The whole house reeked of smoke.
We needed help fixing it, and so according to my father-in-law, a big jolly Mexican guy who looks exactly like Kim Jong Il (seriously, it's hilarious), we needed some Mexicans. Now don't look at me like I'm racist, and don't shoot the messenger, because A) my father-in-law is Mexican, B) I'm a small part Mexican and C) I'm just relaying what happened.
My pop-in-law asked the wifey and I where he could find Mexican people. We jokingly told him there's a Mexican market 5 minutes away. He left, came back 15 minutes later, and said he found some. We thought he was kidding. He was not. In that 15 minutes, he had found some guys that would replace the carpet in the whole house for less than half the price of a CarpetMaster tech that had come to run a quote.
They came that day... the carpet's done... and it looks decent for what it is, but what I have to wonder is... how the hell did he walk into a Mexican grocery store and find someone to do the job?
Stay classy, friends,
Shower: I was going to, but this guy said he'll do it for half price.