I bought a lawnmower from someone online and went to pick it up. The lady was a turbo hoarder in her late 60’s she was smoking and smelled like a brewery. Her home was DISGUSTING. And i mean rat shit on the countertop. The only reason i was in her house was because there was so much shit around her house that the only way into her backyard was through the house. If you haven’t seen it, you can not understand how bizzare it was to carry a lawnmower through a hoarder house, when she had technically a big yard around.
I just wanted to get the fuck out of here when she said: a lot of people wanted the lawnmower, but she doesn’t sell it to anyone (she mant she didn’t sell it to immigrants). And: “no offence to you, but your generation is absolutely useless.” It was like some weird snl sketch
Part of me wanted to leave it in the “living room” and say: fuck this shit.
Problem was that it was a bar mower, and i really needed it and they are usually pricey as hell and she basically gave it away for free. The other thing was that it was so disgusting that i felt like i HAVE to get something out of it.
I despise most of the boomers
I bought a lawnmower from someone online and went to pick it up. The lady was a turbo hoarder in her late 60’s she was smoking and smelled like a brewery. Her home was DISGUSTING. And i mean rat shit on the countertop. The only reason i was in her house was because there was so much shit around her house that the only way into her backyard was through the house. If you haven’t seen it, you can not understand how bizzare it was to carry a lawnmower through a hoarder house, when she had technically a big yard around.
I just wanted to get the fuck out of here when she said: a lot of people wanted the lawnmower, but she doesn’t sell it to anyone (she mant she didn’t sell it to immigrants). And: “no offence to you, but your generation is absolutely useless.” It was like some weird snl sketch
Wait I thought boomers were all rich and lived in nice houses?
I probably would have just not bought that specific lawnmower and kept using my shitty one.
Part of me wanted to leave it in the “living room” and say: fuck this shit. Problem was that it was a bar mower, and i really needed it and they are usually pricey as hell and she basically gave it away for free. The other thing was that it was so disgusting that i felt like i HAVE to get something out of it.