My friend JK kept hiding from me and I was getting sadder and sadder as opposed to angrier and angrier. Then something terrible happened.
A few years ago, JK’s mom left her a trailer home in New Jersey when she passed away. JK lives in a small apartment here in PA and would spend all of her summer weekends at the trailer with her family and friends. She loves the Jersey shore and loved treating her grandchildren to a weekend down the shore.
Well, apparently, her idiot son/my contractor told her to leave the water and electricity on in the trailer over the winter so he could do some improvements to it over the winter. She left the water on – the pipes burst and the water heater ran for several months as it continued to heat the water that was flooding the trailer. Her idiot son/my contractor was responsible for managing JK’s money and he ignored the electric bill until the bill was totalling over $1000.00. JK finally called the electric company and they verified the amount of the bill and stated someone must be living in the trailer. JK called the manager of the trailer park who immediately checked it out and discovered the broken pipes, the flood and every single wall, appliance, curtain, window, shirt, skirt and flip-flop that was covered in black mold.
The cost of rehabbing the trailer is about $20,000,00 – coincidentally about how much her son stole from us and how much it will cost us to hire someone else to finish our addition. Yep, Karma sucks; however, I didn’t get any joy from this.
I called JK yesterday and left a message letting her know that I felt so bad for her and that I knew she was devastated. Then tonight, I asked her to meet me at the local diner where we were able to sort out everything. I gave her a short synopsis of what her son has done to us and where we are stuck financially, but I then told her that I didn’t want to discuss that with her again and that I am going to let the lawyers figure everything out. I would have loved to have been able to pump her for every piece of information I could get out of her about her deadbeat son but I pretty much knew that wasn’t going to be very productive.
She just kept thanking me for coming to her and she said she was afraid to come to me. I kept saying, “JK, did you think I was going to punch you or something?” She said exactly what all of you said – she was embarrassed and horrified.
I’m glad that my friend and I are talking; however, I’m still going to nail her son’s ass to the wall.