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Sunday, June 03, 2007
  The nanny that wanted to track dog shit through the house
One of the more interesting parts of my job is the opportunity to meet people from all walks of life. From blue-collar to black-tie, and all the different assortments in between.

On Friday, my first appointment was scheduled with the understanding that the hoeowner would not be present, but rather her nanny would be there to allow me access to the homestead. I was informed that the nanny did not have a complete grasp of the english language. This was not a problem I haven't encountered before so, no worries.

To say that I was expected someone of mexican or spanish descent is an understatement, but what I found left even me a bit startled.

The door was opened by a barrel-chested woman wearing what can only be described as a mu-mu, two gold teeth flashing in the sun. This was no nanny of mexican OR spanish descent. From her mangled attempt at english, and the fact that one of the little rugrats called her "Olga", I assumed that she was Hungarian. But I don't think we'll ever know for sure.

I had already completed the exterior portion of my inspection, and while doing so had inadvertantly managed to walk right thought the family dog's personal restroom. So being the considerate person that I am, I removed my shoes prior to entering the domicile.

As I was wandering through the house sketching out the interior, Olga caught up to me with my shoes in her hands, wondering why I had removed them before I came inside. I tried to explain that I had stepped in something while outside and did not wish to track feces throughout the house.

The nanny did not seem to comprehend, insisting that I put my shoes back on. I told her that I would put them back on when I was ready to leave, that I didn't want to mess up the house. She kept telling me that it wouldn't be a problem, smiling those two gold teeth at me the whole time. As if to say "Go ahead and track dog shit through this house, it's not mine and I really don't care."

I think we need to come up with an international sign for "dog shit", much like we have for "shark", only not to the same degree of danger.
 
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