Originally published at Crestfallen. You can comment here or there.

I used to sell Wilmington, NC real estate up until a couple of years ago. Real estate was my life; it was all I did, all I knew for 25 years. This would have been the year where I would have retired if I wasn’t sued for everything I had.

Here’s what happened. I was workng with a couple who had three children and two dogs. They seemed nice enough, and the children were just precious. They weren’t asking for much; they just wanted a house in which they can possibly expand in if they wanted to have one more child. I showed them this beautiful place–6 bedrooms, 2.5 baths, and a beautiful backyard for the pets and children. It came with a hefty price tag, but they assured me that they can afford it, and they gave me cash up front.

To make a long story short, I get an angry phone call from the woman. She yelled at me for not telling me that the house was meant to be condemned due to dangerous mold and a terrible termite infestation. To tell you the truth, I didn’t either. I checked out the house thoroughly to see if there were any signs of infestation or mold or anything to make the place uninhabitable. Nothing. Of course, she didn’t believe me, so the family sued me and here I am, telling this story. So what have I been doing?

Let’s just say that it’s not only women who can be crazy cat people. I breed them now. I got 50 of them. Don’t worry, they’re well taken care of. But the darn things scratched up all of my furniture. The chair I’m sitting on is hanging on by a piece of wood. If I were to lean too hard on it, I’ll–

AHHHH!

Fall. Ouch.