I could hear @Jim Pemberton in my head saying, "We've talked about this Damon, now what are you going to do."
You guys know I'm no stranger to cleaning nasty carpets, but today I came across the worst carpet I've seen in my life. That is saying something because I have seen some real nasty stuff.
When the guy booked the job he said he had a few urine spots. I told him no problem, I come loaded for bear. Boy, was I wrong.
This morning I drove up to a little mountain town 35 miles away called Shingletown. I had to travel a few miles down a pothole filled dirt road until I reached the triple-wide mobile home. In the front yard was a bunch of wheel chairs in assorted states of disrepair, broken light fixtures, and a ton of misc trash that I had no interest in taking a mental inventory of. I could see three Husky dogs looking at me through the window. As I approached the front door I could smell the overwhelming stench of urine. After knocking a few times the guy finally answered the door. When he opened it, the odor hit me like a brick wall. My eyes immediately started watering up.
I entered the house and was overwhelmed by what I saw. What I'm about to say is no exaggeration. The entire floor in the living room and hallway were covered in dog turds. There was not enough bare carpet anywhere to put a foot down without it coming into contact with a turd. Under the fecal matter, I could see the carpet was 100% urine soaked. The normally blue nylon carpet had a yellow tint to it. Gasping for breath to form words I asked the customer if he owned a vacuum cleaner. He said he did and that it would only take him a minute to clean up the mess.
As he told me this I could feel my blood pressure rising. Why didn't he pick up before I got there? He got an email, courtesy call, and a text message prior to my arrival. I just drove 35 miles! I was not going to sit in his dirt driveway for an hour while he raked his carpet treasures into a pile.
The guy tried telling me he works nights and the lady that watches the dogs forgot to put them outside for the evening. I know this was just a weak excuse to mask his embarrassment. This was not one night's worth of neglect. It was years.
I told the guy there was no way I could clean his carpet. I let him know replacement was the only option for his situation.
I didn't take any pics for you guys because I just wanted to get out of there ASAP. You'll just have to take my word it was horrible. The guy seemed a little nuts. I was actually a little afraid to tell him I was refusing to clean his place for fear he would kill me.
You guys know I'm no stranger to cleaning nasty carpets, but today I came across the worst carpet I've seen in my life. That is saying something because I have seen some real nasty stuff.
When the guy booked the job he said he had a few urine spots. I told him no problem, I come loaded for bear. Boy, was I wrong.
This morning I drove up to a little mountain town 35 miles away called Shingletown. I had to travel a few miles down a pothole filled dirt road until I reached the triple-wide mobile home. In the front yard was a bunch of wheel chairs in assorted states of disrepair, broken light fixtures, and a ton of misc trash that I had no interest in taking a mental inventory of. I could see three Husky dogs looking at me through the window. As I approached the front door I could smell the overwhelming stench of urine. After knocking a few times the guy finally answered the door. When he opened it, the odor hit me like a brick wall. My eyes immediately started watering up.
I entered the house and was overwhelmed by what I saw. What I'm about to say is no exaggeration. The entire floor in the living room and hallway were covered in dog turds. There was not enough bare carpet anywhere to put a foot down without it coming into contact with a turd. Under the fecal matter, I could see the carpet was 100% urine soaked. The normally blue nylon carpet had a yellow tint to it. Gasping for breath to form words I asked the customer if he owned a vacuum cleaner. He said he did and that it would only take him a minute to clean up the mess.
As he told me this I could feel my blood pressure rising. Why didn't he pick up before I got there? He got an email, courtesy call, and a text message prior to my arrival. I just drove 35 miles! I was not going to sit in his dirt driveway for an hour while he raked his carpet treasures into a pile.
The guy tried telling me he works nights and the lady that watches the dogs forgot to put them outside for the evening. I know this was just a weak excuse to mask his embarrassment. This was not one night's worth of neglect. It was years.
I told the guy there was no way I could clean his carpet. I let him know replacement was the only option for his situation.
I didn't take any pics for you guys because I just wanted to get out of there ASAP. You'll just have to take my word it was horrible. The guy seemed a little nuts. I was actually a little afraid to tell him I was refusing to clean his place for fear he would kill me.
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