The one where I tell you about how my husband had to vacuum the lawn.
57 has a few patches of grass to its name. Nice little bits of lawn in the front, and a big enough sized pad out back. The space out back would blend seamlessly into the other units and vague "no mans land" if a two sided fence coming off of the house did not offer a bit of separation from all that. Why two sided? One side got ripped down a few years back, and we decided to keep it open as a sort of gate/passageway to the back door.
This area out back is where kegs are kept for parties in all but the most frigid of winter weather, plays host to the nice weather beer pong games and, judging by the amount of butts in the air conditioning unit, is where the smokers go to get their nicotine fix on. The ground is a hybrid of greenery and an ancient cement landing pad. After these tenants moved out it also hosted shards of broken bottles. Not just ONE broken bottle spread about but it looked like someone was hoarding broken glass in our back yard. We have female tenants moving in next, I'm presuming that they are going to be like 97% of the female college population in their footwear choices and will wear flip flops all the time until it snows on the ground. At that point (again, presuming) they'll switch to uggs or toms. Flip flops + Broken Glass = No Bueno.
We want these girls to like 57. Perhaps like the place so much, that *gasp* they don't destroy it and give a crap about keeping it in decent condition.
So Pete did the most sensible thing he could think of to clean up the broken glass the backyard.
He vacuumed the grass with the shop vac.
He vacuumed the grass with the shop vac.
It worked.
Shop-Vacs never cease to amaze me with their versatile vacuuming ability.
PS- We got an email from one of the tenants today asking when they could expect to see the security deposit back. Gave me a good chuckle.
PS- We got an email from one of the tenants today asking when they could expect to see the security deposit back. Gave me a good chuckle.
