Once again the missus did volunteer yours truly as master of ceremonies

Once again, the missus did volunteer yours truly as master of ceremonies..., when triumvirate (Kathleen Bergen, Pamela Floreen, and Richard Jett) constitute Grosse and Quade real estate management cutting crew for Highland Manor Apartments in Schwenksville conduct requisite yearly property inspection (the law mandates low income rental properties constituent units undergo careful examination courtesy Housing and Urban Development) on May 28th, 2024. Countdown triggers nails bitten down to quick geesh if only Mary Poppins could pull off cheap trick or think super tramping Glinda courtesy film Wizard of Oz Good Witch of the North riding at light speed in nick of time travelling on her state of the art broomstick unfortunately they long since retired courtesy formerly the Banks residence rather slick at 17 Cherry Tree Lane, London England ruler of the Quadling Country South of the Emerald City, and protector of Princess Ozma holed up in their respective bailiwick. Said trio of aforementioned persons comprising Property Manager Regional Property Manager and Maintenance Man respectively rap on the door (cue suspenseful music) before their collective gaze turns toward: the kitchenette, stealing a peek into refrigerator, stove, cupboards, testing garbage disposal (long since removed once going kaput) assessing utility room housing hot water heater testing smoke detector in bedroom scanning bathroom all the while reserving right to take pictures (and post them on the web - ha) regarding slovenly inside appearance of our unit if necessary. No matter the missus and me experienced aforementioned inspection at least countless other instances since we lived here circa July 1st, 2016 (plus or minus a decade - ha), which necessary inspection synonymous with violation, whereby absolute zero personal property we utilize not considered off limits to inquisitive troupe constituting above identified higher ups rifle thru cupboards, refrigerator which incursion analogous to inquisition, violation, intrusion if necessary able, eager, ready and willing to hire 1-800-GOT-JUNK. Now no time for shriving sergeants to craft inane verse, cuz tis down to brass tacks yours truly cannot relax until he and the wife align figurative ducks courtesy ventriloquism acts issues convincing quacks, plus suddenly magically enlivened neatly arrayed knickknacks (give your dog a bone) threatened with receiving bonafide paddy whacks give this dog a bone if said tchotchkes misbehave and exhibit buffoonish antics subsequently summoned, instructed, and commanded to complete x squared jumping jacks otherwise sent to fabled boot camp superfluous unwanted playthings recruited by Salvation Army filling out ranks of toy story abominable barracks.