Stuck in the middle with you…
Have I told you we are trying to sell our house yet?
(que the music for our current mood)
..clap along if you want….
There, you got it…
It turns out the bank this time, the BANK (!) wants us to install either electric eyes to go with our automatic garage doors or install updated garage doors with an electric eye so no mishaps with slow moving children, sleeping dogs, unreplaceable Ming dynasty vases or anything else of value or liability linger beneath the vengeful garage doors when they transcend from the open position.
This is insane!
We installed said doors about 10 years ago when we replaced the wooden, out of date, slightly rotting garage doors with the house WE bought. OUR bank never said anything about safety or the looming potential for robotic garage doors to reek havoc on a home owners policy.
Our realtor thinks this is silly. Their realtor thinks this is silly. The buyer doesn’t want anything to change! But the BANK thinks we need these updated, state of the art ‘garage doors’. Garage doors! ..in order to float the money to this new home buyer.
Were the last 10 years in the housing industry really this bad??
So we are forced to disconnect and dismantle said garage door opener before we close…in SIX DAYS!
Meanwhile, the previous house inspector is coming out on Wednesday to check to see if the repairs we did are adequate. Never mind I said they were done. Paid a little more than $2000 for the repairs. It doesn’t matter that we gave them a letter from a licensed contractor Vouching for the work. Crazy!
So I am inviting my contractor to come out at the same time and stand up to him. My guy is bigger and meaner looking than any ol’ inspector. I pity the fool!
NO, actually just cross your fingers for me that every goes Ok… and we don’t have to shell out any more money. He couldn’t care less about the nature of our garage doors.
So on we go….
“Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right. Here I am…stuck in this riddle with you.”