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More delivery crap. Today I went to a very nice, clean house in Lake Oswego. The owner looked like he'd stepped out of a Chivas Regal ad from a mid 70's playboy. He spoke with a slight lisp and owned a toy poodle named peggy. There was a framed picture of Martha Stewart that look like it had been cut out of a magazine. Then I ended up in Hillsboro at a house with four dogs of various sizes and breeds, two cats, a sick rabbit, two birds in a dingy brass cage and out front was a late 80's blue camaro that was up on blocks in the driveway. Every wall of the three rooms I went into was covered, almost completely, with miniature shelving and nick-nacks. There wasn't a theme to them, like spoons or salt and pepper shakers, just floor to ceiling tiny junk. I'm surprised the pets hadn't broken or eaten any of them. The weirdest thing about that house is that I'd expect that from some retirees in their 70's but this was a couple in their mid-thirties. I love my strange ass job. So many things to see, people to meet, stuff to overhear. It's crazy.