Yet Another City Inspection Ends Well

It was a typical Monday morning at BOX: The Wetness was preparing a story to tell his boss as to why he wasn't at work again, The Danimal was off to the Secretary of State to pay all of his parking tickets, I was off to go deal with legal troubles, Zola was on drugs, and the Friendly Neighborhood Drunk was already well on his way to another drunken afternoon -- which he has become famous for around these parts -- as he sincerely attempted to live up to his New Year's resolution of "man-ing up and drinking more" (I'm not sure this is humanly possible). And then there was a knock on the door. We had forgotten that today was the day the city inspector was to inspect the house.

Considering that the result of the last city inspection we had about a year ago resulted in a e-mail to the house stating that our house had a "Code G-2 Sanitation Violation," no one in BOX really had too high of hopes for this one. When I saw that his first move was to go downstairs to the basement, I knew we had no chance, especially considering that I had been using the basement as my own personal frustration outlet where I could throw bottles and break other appliances throughout football season.

The city inspector had two observations from his visit:
1.) 'You guys must really love Old Crow'. (yes we do)
2.) 'This is the dirtiest house I have ever seen in my time as an Ann Arbor city inspector'. (I know our house isn't clean, but really? I guess I'm kind of impressed). At any rate, he informed us that he would be returning next Monday, and if our house wasn't clean by then, we would all be issued misdemeanors and we would be evicted from the property. Al tried to offer him a beer, but I don't think that helped.