Our inspector showed up for what should’ve been a routine maintenance inspection—clipboard in hand, ready to check filters, smoke detectors, the usual.
Knock knock.
The door opens… and immediately, things take a turn.
The tenant answers the door… completely topless.
Yes. You read that correctly.
Our inspector, now questioning every life decision that led to this exact moment, does his best to maintain professionalism, eye contact with the ceiling, the floor—literally anywhere but straight ahead.
Before he can even introduce himself, the tenant casually asks:
“Hey… can you help hook my bra?”
…
WHAT.
At this point, the inspection is no longer about repairs—it’s about survival.
Our inspector politely (and very quickly) declined, stepped back, and explained that he would need to reschedule once the tenant was… fully dressed.
Needless to say, that inspection did not proceed as planned.
