My sister and I went out to Montauk this weekend to check out the house after the renters left.
I almost cried when I got there.
It was a mess.
The door was open. The lights were on. The furniture was all moved around.
You should have seen me and my 76 year old sister (who luckily is an ox) move a king size bed back to where it belonged only to find half eaten pizza behind it.
The closet doors were off and leaning against the wall and there were once wet towels hanging all over the place.
There was plenty more but I’m boring myself.
I thought I was so smart too. My friend Susan told me not to rent to a group of young people plus she said I could get more money.
The reason I ignored her is because I had rented to them last year and they really took care of my house. I thought the difference in money was worth the peace of mind.
I’m not going to make myself sick over it. I’ve already called someone to come out and clean and fix what’s broken and I’ll take it out of the security that those fuckers left me.
I wish I could tack on a “you are a bunch of shit heels” fee but the broker said I can’t.
I think everyone should write a blog. I feel so much better after saying all that.
The rest of the weekend was pretty great though. Marcia and I went to the beach, shopped and just had fun.
Just so you won’t pity me too much, here’s a picture of the lobster roll I had for lunch