I’m a real estate appraiser, performing an inspection on a client’s property. The client follows me down to the basement as I’m inspecting. The carpet is rolled up in the corner, the bare concrete is wet, there’s 4 large box fans and a dehumidifier running, and I see little black spots running about 6 inches up every wall.
Me: Looks like your basement had a pretty bad leak during that last storm.
Client: Oh, no, no, we were just… washing the floor.
Me: Uh… huh… Well it looks like you’ve got some mold damage along the walls. I know your bank doesn’t usually lend on properties with mold damage, but I’ll try to do what I can for you and recommend they opt to have me come back for a final inspection to make sure it’s been cleaned and repaired.
Client: That’s not mold.
I’ve taken several classes on house born molds. I’ve seen mold in houses a hundred times. This was absolutely, 100% mold.
Me: It isn’t? Are you sure it’s not mold?
Client: No, no, it’s not mold.
Me: Even if it wasn’t, it’s still some sort of damage, what is it?
Client: It’s… It’s just not mold. I’m positive it isn’t mold.
Me: Have you had a mold inspector check it out?
Client: Not yet, he’s coming tomorrow.
I internally facepalm, while maintaining a smile. He knows its mold. I know it’s mold. He doesn’t want me to know it’s mold. I know far better than him that it’s mold. A few weeks later I receive another order to go back out for a final inspection with one line of instructions: “Verify that the mold has been removed.”