Requisite Inspection June 29th, 2022 At Apartment B44

Requisite inspection June 29th, 2022 at Apartment B44 Aforementioned title and following little known verses of Matthew finds me feeling squeamish, peevish, anguish, et cetera at our (the missus and mine) digs, cuz low income rental housing regulations require safe and secure place to live, hence unpleasant inspection scheduled at least once per year here at 2 Highland Manor Drive between 9:00 A.M. and 4:00 P.M., the last Wednesday of June 2022 when worse fate than death befalls us. A triumvirate of persons also known as (the warden, zaftig and mister snitch) comprising Property Manager Regional Property Manager and newly hired Maintenance Man respectively will rap on the door or ring sorry excuse for bell (cue suspenseful music) before their collective gaze turns toward: the kitchenette, stealing a peek into refrigerator, stove, cupboards, testing our patients assessing utility room housing hot water heater testing smoke detector in bedroom scanning bathroom all the while reserving right to take pictures inside our unit if necessary. No matter the missus and me experienced aforementioned inspection at least half a dozen other instances since we lived here circa July 1st, 2017 (plus or minus a decade – ha), which state inspection explains metered emission synonymous with violation, whereby absolute zero personal property we utilize not considered off limits to inquisitive troupe constituting above identified higher ups (reference made to aforementioned motley management crew). Now no more time for inane verse, cuz tis urgent we get down to brass tacks, yours truly cannot relax until he and the wife align figurative ducks in a row courtesy ventriloquism acts issuing convincing quacks, plus suddenly magically enlivened neatly arrayed knickknacks threatened with receiving bonafide paddy whacks 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 barracks. Countdown triggers nails bitten down to quick golly gosh if only Mary Poppins who still appears rather gracefully slick (especially during rainy weather) at 17 Cherry Tree Lane, London England could pull off cheap trick or think super tramping Glinda protagonist courtesy film Wizard of Oz Good Witch of the North ruler of the Quadling Country South of the Emerald City, and protector of Princess Ozma riding her reo speedwagon at light speed in nick of time (in case of flat tire) she will travel on her state of the art broomstick, but unfortunately said courteous wonder women long since retired though the former still residing in her dotage at the Banks residence, nevertheless in an emergency either one or the other willingly avail themselves providing freelance capering constituting steep consulting fee services while comfortably holed up in their respective bailiwick.