Ok,  I should get this series of posts going.  The master shower.  Ahhh, the master shower.  My fingers are weary merely typing the words:  master shower.

Hmph.

Ya know.

One of The Most Infuriating things about this damn flipper we bought from, and again I?m going to reiterate my desire for flippers to be regulated and/or licensed, or somehow responsible for their deceptiveness (city inspectors clearly are not the answer), is that if he had spent oh say an extra fifty bucks here, or say oh I dunno, an extra twenty bucks there, this house would not have can of worms issues. 
I knowww, I knowww, some flippers do not care!  Gasp!  Shocker!

All they see is bottom line, profit, money money money.
Who knew Daffy was into house flipping.They don?t care who buys so long as someone does and that they make a sh*t-ton of money in the process.  They don?t care what happens to actual real buyer people or the house or their (lack of) workmanship.  Money.  Money money money. 
And that?s terrible.  Such flippancy ruins lives. 
In this particular case, if this damn freakin' loser had spent an extra sixty or so bucks, I would not have had to rip out the majority of the master bathroom shower.  I would not have had to spend the most money I have to date on a project.  I could have spent that time and money on other productive fun things.  I like fun!
But no.  Money.  A**hole. 
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