NUDE KITCHEN STORY

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Many a year ago, I once worked for a property management team in the city. Now, in retrospect, it was a rather fun time for me, because I was young, naïve, and did not really give two monkeys about if I did OK in my work or not! In fact, if I was extremely honest about it, the whole experience made me laugh.


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OK, so I am sure that you are wondering to yourself ‘how can working for a property management team, be funny’? Well, here, have a look at some of these tenant complaints I have saved – they are a riot:

  • Help, my toilet is blocked, and I cannot bathe the children until it is cleared.
  • Dear sir / Madam, I am writing on behalf of my kitchen sink, which is currently running away from the wall.
  • I need some one to repair my stove as it has backfired and burnt my knob off.
  • Please take note, there is a smell coming from the man next door.
  • I am afraid to say that the toilet seat is cracked, and I need to know where do I stand on this.
  • To whom it may concern, I request your permission to remove my drawers in the kitchen.
  • I have recently noticed that the person next door has a large erection in his back garden, which is unsightly and dangerous.
  • Can you please send someone over to mend our cracked sidewalk. Just the other day my wife tripped on it and is now pregnant.
  • Regretfully, our kitchen floor is very damp, we have two children and would like a third.  So please, send someone to do something about it.
  • Please will you send a man to look at my water, it is a funny color and not fit to drink.
  • When the workers were here last, they put their tools in my wife's new drawers and made a mess. Please send men with clean tools to finish the job and keep my wife happy.

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Funny, right? Well, on top of that, I have a funny kitchen story to tell you too.

Picture the scene: I had to visit a tenant’s apartment in downtown suburbia, just to check that the plumber I sent over there to fix a leak in their kitchen; did his job.

Simple thing for me to do, right?

However, once I arrived, I found out that the people living in this abode, were all... errr... naturists. And to make it even worse, they were all ‘elderly’ naturists.

It was very distracted. Heck, I was so distracted, that when I had to look under the kitchen sink, just to see that the ‘dripping’ had stopped, I could still see the lady’s of the house... droop.

Still, such is life I suppose – a droop for a drip – and a drip fixed under the kitchen sink.