The Inspector

So I mentioned John and I are buying a new home. Yesterday was our scheduled inspection. The real estate agent for the house is supposed to contact the renters in the house 24 hours in advance to let them know if we need access to the inside of the house. Now these people are full on ridiculous because they don’t own a phone and they don’t have a computer to check their email. They have to go to the city library to check it. It took us 2 weeks of being under contract before we even got to go inside! So the people never got back to the agent about us needing to be able to have our inspector do his job, but our inspection deadline is up today. The real estate agent told our inspector to go over and everything would be okay. He started on the outside of the property and could see that people were in the house, so he knocked on the door and rang the doorbell. Nobody would answer. He continued to knock every now and then throughout his inspection of the outside of the house and still nobody answered. Once he was finished outside, he called the agent who in turn told him where the key to the house was and to let himself in. When he did, there was a child there in the room and he asked if her mom was home. Right then, an irate trashy woman came into the room swearing up a storm at him and telling him to get the hell out of her house. We didn’t get our inspection done because of this beastly lady and that’s going to cost somebody some money. Everybody was really angry, but we rescheduled for next week.

On the BMX side of things, it seems like the neighborhood kids this week don’t have school. They must be on Spring Break because it has been nonstop on the ramps in the backyard all week. John leaves for Texas soon to do shows for Monster Energy. He will be in San Antonio and he thinks he is taking 4 riders with him. Colton Satterfield and Ben Voyles are the usuals these days, so they are going for sure. John is still thinking about who else to take.