It's Christmas Eve. The buyer signed the papers. We thought it was done.
The woman who used to live next door to Sly and Doris (See: "I just want to ram a pole up her ass!") and whose son moved into the house when the woman moved out just called Primo.
There is a bunch of trash in front of her son's house.
Primo doesn't know why it's there. He doesn't know if the realtor put it there or if the realtor put stuff in front of Sly and Doris' house and the buyer moved it in front of the neighbor's house. He doesn't know because he has been unable to reach any of the parties involved.
I say whatever. The trash guys will pick it up on Monday regardless. As one commenter said, This is no longer our circus. These are no longer our monkeys.
Wait. Primo is on the phone with the former neighbor. He is explaining that he does not know what is going on - that the house sold this morning. He is apologizing. He is explaining that the buyer has been a bit of a problem - that the buyer had said Primo could leave furniture, etc., because they might want it. That the realtor spent yesterday clearing stuff out.
Elsie says she does not know if everything has been there since yesterday but there is a couch.
Which the realtor had said he would take to Goodwill.
Primo is saying, "I am trying to reach the realtor. Did you take a photo? Please send it to me."
He is saying, "Calling the HOA is not going to solve the problem. My family no longer owns the house. But it appears that my agent did this. I am very sorry. I have been trying to reach him, but he has not responded."
He continues, "I hope [your son] can put with some junk for a few days. I hope the fact that he got a really good deal on my mom and dad's car helps make this tolerable."
To me: "The agent ordered a special trash pickup for today and they haven't come yet. He said he was taking it to Goodwill. He should have told me what was going on."