Shortly after completion of the properties and helping Ms. Lowball get tenants installed at each one, I had to leave on business again. As I did my daily phone call to check in on Ms. Lowball, I could hear her big, giant head about to explode on the other end of the phone one evening.
What had Ms. Lowball all spun up?
It would seem as if the flooring subcontractor’s wife was demanding payment. Payment Ms. Lowball had already made to our good buddy, in cash, who was supposed to deliver it to the sub since “he was going to see him later that day”. To make matter’s worse, when Ms. Lowball provided proof of payment for all work done (she had a spreadsheet and check copies), the subcontractor’s wife was nonchalant and not phased in the least by her proof. The subcontractor’s wife went on to inform Ms. Lowball that our good buddy had told her that Ms. Lowball was bad about paying her bills on time.
Let me just say that hell hath no fury like Ms. Lowball when she is pissed off.
Weeeee!
Adding insult to injury, he had tried to bill Ms. Lowball for more stuff in the interim.
Bad move.
Never mess with Ms. Lowball when it comes to money. Ever.
Spreadsheets, copies of checks and a strongly worded (attorney approved) letter were sent. The compilation of said items made our good buddy back off.
For awhile.
On another day, Ms. Lowball got a phone call from one of our tenants. The A/C was out. The A/C he said he had fixed. So, Ms. Lowball called an A/C repair company. The tech told her that the A/C had never been touched.
Boom! – That was Ms. Lowball’s head.
The next call she gets is about a leaky roof at the same house. A roof he said he had repaired and that wouldn’t need to be replaced any time soon. So, Ms. Lowball hired a reputable guy to look at the roof. He said it was never fixed, and that we needed a new roof.
KAPOW! – Her head again.
Finally, she gets a third call about a leaky water heater. Another thing that our good pal the contractor was supposed to have fixed – another thing we had paid for. And, once again, a reputable tech told her nothing had been touched on that either.
Murder. Death. Kill! – Ms. Lowball.
You’d think that would be it, right? You’d be wrong. The saga of the contractor from hell continues.
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