SuperK and I are taking a long drive today with a friend of hers from The Program - a very nice lady - to see a lawyer. This poor woman has some serious problems with mold in her condominium, a result of water infiltration that the seller didn't disclose when she bought the place. As you might expect, there is a hell of a lot of buck-passing and finger-pointing and side-stepping when it comes to assuming responsibility for the moisture, and this is some serious moisture. There is no need to access a moisture expert to see whether or not the condo has a mold problem - the mold has begun building skyscrapers because all available real estate is currently occupied. Mold spores are getting serious money for studios that have a partial toilet view.
Her friend is single, a somewhat tentative woman who has been battling to get the problem fixed for several months and has, as a last resort, decided to consult a lawyer. As you can imagine, I don't want to do this, fearing the loss of all my valuable free time, what with all of the . . . well, I'm not that busy. The first thing I did was request all of her correspondence under the guise of being helpful when I suspect that what I was really doing was trying to find a reason to postpone or cancel the appointment, claiming lack of due diligence. The friend has put a lot of work into this and I was stymied in my attempts to Not Be Of Service, which I think is one of our most important Steps. Step 87, I think: "Sought to hide instead of helping others."
I have this image of me Being of Service in a very dramatic fashion. You know, donating a million dollars anonymously to the Hospital for Blind, Orphaned Victims of a Terrorist Attack and Some Such. But take a few hours for moral support? Pfffffttttt.
Usually I do the right thing, after first exhausting all other possibilities.
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