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i helped a friend move in on friday up in northern fishtown, and what should have been a happy day turned into a nasty fiasco. the woman who was living in the house still hadn't moved out by the time of closing. she didn't own the house, but was related to the seller. she said trucks would be there by 5 to help her get the rest of the stuff, so we left to move my friend's things.
when we got back at 6:45 ish, the woman was STILL there, drinking coors lights and smoking in my friend's house. we had 2 big pickup trucks full of stuff, which we couldn't just leave there on the street, so we started unloading. it was super awkward. the woman told us she didn't technically have to leave until 12am, which flabbergasted me. when the papers are signed, the house is from that moment SOLD, as far as i knew. she got belligerent, and my boyfriend, who was also helping, couldn't take it anymore and basically said to her, "are you completely ignorant? when the paper's are signed, the house is sold. you're trespassing." she started swearing at the two of them, threatened to beat my friend with a broom, threatened to not give up her keys, and also threatened to break in later that night. it was a good time. we called the police, and things settled down after that, but it was nasty. after she sobered up, she apologized, but it was soooo unpleasant. she had grinded out her cigarettes in the window sills, and her dog had left some sort of puddle on the living room floor. we think. it was a puddle on the floor, and her pitt was running around, so what were we to think it was? i'm super sad my friend had to go through that. the woman also tried to trash talk about my friend anytime a neighbor walked by. nice. yay fishtown. |
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ugh. hopefully that woman is moving far, far away, like to detroit, as opposed to across the street.
i had a similar experience with my seller's son, though not quite as bad. we'd gone through rough negotiations - i fell in love with the house and couldn't exist without it, though i refused to pay asking price for it. it had been on the market for 8 months. i gave them a really rough time. we finally signed our agreement, and on the day of closing, sitting around the settlement table they muttered all sorts of insults about me amongst themselves (sitting right across from me, within earshot!!) and said how thank god they were leaving this shithole neighborhood that wasn't anything like it used to be, it was ruined now (because of people like me). ah, let white trash be white trash. it's an emotional time all on its own, buying/selling/moving (and i've done it more times than i can count on my fingers now - enough for a lifetime!) and it's just horrible when a jackass is thrown into the mix. anyway, here's hoping that you'll find the rest of the new neighbors cool. get a bottle of wine, order some takeout, picnic on the living room floor (after you clean up that mysterious puddle) and laugh it all off. welcome to the neighborhood! ![]() |
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Not to sound uppidy, but the area your friend moved to is probably not Fishtown. "Northern Fishtown" I'm assuming means north of York Street, and while some realtors will call it Fishtown, the area is actually considered either Kensington or Port Richmond, depending on who you ask. Not that this sort of a thing would never happen in Fishtown, but the area north of York is typically considered less "developed" then Fishtown proper, thus making it more affordable. Doesn't make the scenario any less messed up though.
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Don't feel too bad. That drunken piece of trash has probably been thrown out of every residence she's ever lived in. I'm sure she had been waiting to make a scene all week.
BTW - where is northern fishtown? North of York? Quote:
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We had a similar experience with buying our new home in that area as well. We had a pre-settlement walk through and the people were still there. Due to some temp living constraints (forced because my realtor messed up the settlement date), we had to settle on that day. So my husband looked around the best he could and decided it was acceptable. After the signing, he went back to the house. From inspection to signing they had left trash all over the patio, tore up the poorly installed vinyl floor in the kitchen, and left the house a disgusting mess. I have to chock it up to the white trash that lived there (the kind where they wash their kids in the mildew covered tub they left behind) and a crappy realtor who never stood up for us (PM if you want her name - avoid her like the plague). Seems like this is common for the area ... maybe they should disclose it like all other house issues during a real estate transaction.
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I hope that someday using the term "white trash" will be viewed as wrong. People throw the term around a lot but I really find it pretty offensive and think that people would use it a lot less if at all if they stopped and thought about what it meant.
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