So after doing a few meth cleanups and identifying a number of meth homes lately, I've begun to think that I'm one of the best - if perhaps not the best - meth inspector in the State. This could have something to do with the fact that I'm one of only two inspectors on the Utah State meth specialist list. Guess all I gotta do is beat that guy.
It Might Look Like Kansas, But...
So I was in a house the other day, and amidst everything else, was mentally checking off the place for meth. Now typically, a meth house will have certain identifying features. You might have read in a previous blog how door frames can indicate one sign of meth. I'm starting to believe that nobody knows that but me. And now - you. There are other signs of potential meth contamination, i.e. dirtyness, etc.
But This Had None of Those Signs
I'm a professional pessimist. It makes me a good inspector. You know, you get into one of those old homes and you look for the signs of meth. This home had none of 'em. None. Why? Because it had been very recently remodeled. So my twisted brain starts twisting: why would they remodel? To sell it, or because the place was trashed from the meth lifestyle?
Dr. Amazing Strikes Again
So with 0, count em, zero, signs of meth use in this home, my meth flag is up. I recommend a meth test. Some thought I'd fallen off the deep end. Of course I wouldn't be telling this story if it hadn't turned out like I'd suspected. Just got the result back today: meth use.
I was able to council the client as to what the number meant, and how to address this issue with the bank. The deal went forward, and everyone is grinning. Love it when things go that way...
I was able to council the client as to what the number meant, and how to address this issue with the bank. The deal went forward, and everyone is grinning. Love it when things go that way...
