I know it is weird.
And I realize this post has very little if anything to do with home inspections in Seattle—or anywhere else for that matter.
I know it is even “wrong.”
I don’t even know what headed me down this strange road of denial and self abrogation.
To live in Seattle and to have never had a Latte, Cappuccino, or a Macchiato (even had to look that one up to see what it was) is indeed a worthy feat—-if not a little unbelievable.
I think it all started out because:
1. I don’t like standing in line.
2. I don’t like loud noises.
3. I don’t like standing in line listening to loud noises.
That pretty much sums it up. I prefer my caffeine fix straightupblack—-no noise—-just peace and quiet—-while the blood starts to course through my brain again. An IV drip, “Breakfast Blend” in a dark, quiet place would be ideal—deep in the man-cave.
At any rate I was so excited the other day when the agent at my inspection brought me a Macchiato and I didn’t have to listen to the noise—-plus it came with the morning paper (sports section yet)—not sure if I was supposed to read the paper during the inspection or after.
But as it turned out this Seattle Home Inspector did NOT get to veer from his Road Lattéless Traveled after all—-but instead got to stay in his comfortable rut of:
Looks like I have been upstaged by staging again.
Charles Buell, Real Estate Inspections in Seattle
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