Back during the 1990 market crash, I was appraising an REO for the bank. I don’t think I planned to be in the field that day because I had a dress and pantyhose on. The house was a disaster with kids’ toys left behind, food on the kitchen counter, food in the fridge, filthy and smelly. I walk through the house do my interior inspection and get outside to measure the exterior, I look down, and there are hundreds of fleas on my legs. A rare moment when I was thankful for pantyhose.
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