I went to a measurement appointment at a customers house today. This is a very well-to-do elderly lady living in a home I’d say is in the 1.3-1.5 mil dollar range. It took three rimgings of the doorbell to get someone to answer and when the door finally opens, I am greeted by a sheboon and a wave of pot smoke at the front door.
Surprised as I must have seemed, the boon was polite and let me in. The elderly lady then leads me through the house to the things I am to measure. Every room smells like dope. I find myself wondering if the old lady is the smoker of the dope, as she is quite old and using a walker. Hey it’s homosexual California, the one coontown crusader dreams of, so who knows. But then, she seems mentally fit, and I recall how it took three ringings of the bell to get an answer.
Right then I figure it was the dope use that made the boon take a few to get to the door. Suddenly I realize the situation. This kindly old lady who is in need of a caretaker, has a boon staying at her house, using it however she pleases. The beast was probably back in her room texting with Tyrone, or maybe she had Tyrone back there with her. Either way, this is cause for alarm.
This old lady may need some follow up and some looking after to make sure she is safe. Is the boon working her over? Where is her next of kin? WTF is going on here? Again, this is a nice house in an exclusive neighborhood, and the house is loaded with exceptional art and collectibles from many travels and galleries.
Wow. Just. Wow.