Was supposed to do an interior inspection today. It was my last one of the day and it was raggedy as fukk. I step in, the floor has a hole in it and it's all old plaster and shyt hanging from the ceiling.
So I get up my courage and this blue pick up truck pulls up and white dude hops out like

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house". I tell him who I am, get his name and inside I'm like

I had never been so happy to see a white man in my life. I definitely didn't feel like doing that walk through.