So the old building next to Bosley's in MR used to be an auto shop, but they went bankrupt. So, the woman who owns Bosley's decided to buy it and make it a doggy daycare. Enter my stepdad. Long story short, he's doing the exterior rennovations, and I'm helping on my mornings off.
But lord, people would be amazed at the difference between the south side of Dewdney, and the north side, where the Bosley's is. There's used condoms and condom wrappers, needles, plastic baggies, and all kinds of junk food wrappers. Not to mention abandoned clothes and household items like detergent, frying pans, and even a rusty straightening iron. AND I GET TO TOUCH IT ALL. With gloves, ofcourse.
Ugh, and the bathroom inside. It's exactly like the bathroom in Trainspotting - the one Ewen McGregor calls "the worst bathroom in England". The once white toilet is streaked black with years of liquid shit. There is no light, unless you leave the door open. It has no seat. There are black holes with moving, scuttling things, and there are cigarette butts everywhere. The tap runs brown water. It's HIV, Hepatitis, and the clap in one joyful package. When I saw it, I heaved, and held my urine for the next 6 hours.
Today I painted the metal siding a lovely blue colour. So if you're driving around MR and see that half of the building next to Bosley's on Dewdney is blue, I did that.
Remember me when you're getting tested for VD.