I worked for around 2 years at a trailer park, after I left the foundry. People would abandon their places all the time. When they bought them from the previous owner, no one ever put them in their name, with the State of Michigan. So the owner might have been from 30 years ago, and dead for years. The park would apply and get the trailer and I would have to go in and clean them out. I learned quickly how to get into trailers older than around 1980 or so. Usually it took no tools, but on occasion I used a flat head screw driver. The first thing I did, in nice weather, was to set off 2-3 bug bombs, and leave until the next day. Then put on a white suit, from the top of my head, to the bottom of my feet, and a face mask, like the are making people wear now. A walk through and still I had a few fleas and assorted bugs jumping onto my white suit legs. I would take a very large number of truck loads to our dumpster. Some times it was nice things, expensive wooden furniture, made by a real carpenter who knew what they doing, maybe as old as the 1940's. I felt awful throwing it away, but what could I do? When I did find something that I knew didn't have bugs on it or in it, like a very nice hunting knife, that might find it's way to a new owner. I even found a nativity scene, the entire AVON collection, in a couple of boxes, complete, and perfect condition. I don't know what it might have been worth, but it certainly was worth something, if sold. I could not do that of course. It now resides with a family who appreciates it, not with me. The worst was the woman who could not get over the drugs, and I had to toss at least 100, maybe even 200 handmade Afghans away. They were made by someone who knew what they were doing, like an older grandmother, who took her time, and just kept making them. But you could not donate them to anyplace, because of the bugs. The places around would not take them. So I hauled 2-3 pickup truck loads to the dumpster. Pictures of her kids, when they were young, even her high school diploma, all to the dumpster. Depressing shit let me tell you. The worst one, was a man who passed away alone, who had fed the neighborhood cats. He cut a hole in the bottom of his trailer, to let them come and go. His brother lived in the park, up front, and found him a day later, after not hearing from him, so the brother was not in the place long. But the cats had done a number on the place, while he was living there. Three of us set off bug bombs two days in a row. It still didn't help, since there were bugs under the trailer in the dirt. We got the crap out of there, and the owners of the place wanted us to fix it up to rent it out. I refused, and so did the manager, as well as his son. Some guy bought the place for 50$, think he could get it into shape. Come cold weather, he moved on. In the spring, when the owners finally figured out that we were not going to go in there and work on the place, it was so disgusting, the had it destroyed, and the dirt dug down and put a new trailer in it's place, after replacing the dirt and putting down new concrete.
They don't call 'em 'skinnies' fer nuttin'
ReplyDeleteMr. Claustrophobe no can do this; he can barely stand to watch it.
ReplyDeleteJust before he gets his arms through is when the beating starts.
ReplyDeleteI've always heard that if a rat can get his head through a hole then the rest of him will fit through it. 'Nuf said.
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DeleteSlick video. One of the many benefits of high fiber diet. Cop standing there in disbelief.
ReplyDeleteI was waiting for the Doberman to show up
ReplyDelete"Now youse can't leave."
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ReplyDeleteI worked for around 2 years at a trailer park, after I left the foundry. People would abandon their places all the time. When they bought them from the previous owner, no one ever put them in their name, with the State of Michigan. So the owner might have been from 30 years ago, and dead for years. The park would apply and get the trailer and I would have to go in and clean them out.
ReplyDeleteI learned quickly how to get into trailers older than around 1980 or so. Usually it took no tools, but on occasion I used a flat head screw driver. The first thing I did, in nice weather, was to set off 2-3 bug bombs, and leave until the next day. Then put on a white suit, from the top of my head, to the bottom of my feet, and a face mask, like the are making people wear now. A walk through and still I had a few fleas and assorted bugs jumping onto my white suit legs.
I would take a very large number of truck loads to our dumpster. Some times it was nice things, expensive wooden furniture, made by a real carpenter who knew what they doing, maybe as old as the 1940's. I felt awful throwing it away, but what could I do? When I did find something that I knew didn't have bugs on it or in it, like a very nice hunting knife, that might find it's way to a new owner.
I even found a nativity scene, the entire AVON collection, in a couple of boxes, complete, and perfect condition. I don't know what it might have been worth, but it certainly was worth something, if sold. I could not do that of course. It now resides with a family who appreciates it, not with me.
The worst was the woman who could not get over the drugs, and I had to toss at least 100, maybe even 200 handmade Afghans away. They were made by someone who knew what they were doing, like an older grandmother, who took her time, and just kept making them. But you could not donate them to anyplace, because of the bugs. The places around would not take them. So I hauled 2-3 pickup truck loads to the dumpster. Pictures of her kids, when they were young, even her high school diploma, all to the dumpster. Depressing shit let me tell you.
The worst one, was a man who passed away alone, who had fed the neighborhood cats. He cut a hole in the bottom of his trailer, to let them come and go. His brother lived in the park, up front, and found him a day later, after not hearing from him, so the brother was not in the place long. But the cats had done a number on the place, while he was living there. Three of us set off bug bombs two days in a row. It still didn't help, since there were bugs under the trailer in the dirt. We got the crap out of there, and the owners of the place wanted us to fix it up to rent it out. I refused, and so did the manager, as well as his son. Some guy bought the place for 50$, think he could get it into shape. Come cold weather, he moved on. In the spring, when the owners finally figured out that we were not going to go in there and work on the place, it was so disgusting, the had it destroyed, and the dirt dug down and put a new trailer in it's place, after replacing the dirt and putting down new concrete.
Thanks, PP, a very intriguing back-story to this VID. Sad but reality.
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