“I was a live in grounds keeper for a wealthy eccentric for a while. He had three cars from old movies in his garage. One was from a bond film. They were covered in layers of dust and trash. One of them was a convertible that had the top caved in by trash. Awesome cars just totally neglected and forgotten.
He also had a favorite dog kept frozen in a meat cooler, surrounded by decade old frozen food items. I know about this stuff because the garage is where my equipment was. I only saw inside the proper house once (I lived in the keepers housing). It was full of all this crystal, pewter, and silver tableware and decorative stuff. Easily hundreds of thousands of dollars in items just laying around in piles, like a fucking pirate movie.
He was rarely there anyway. Once every three months he would swing in to pay bills and take care of other shit, then go back to France where he lived with his wife.
A lesser man than I couldve made out like a bandit just taking things here and there. The guy wouldn’t have even noticed. I just did my job though. Even improved his property, because the guy before me was a lazy stoner. I was a stoner too, but I was the busy body kind.” – dis_ABLED