As I was remodeling the laundry room and hall, I had a inspector continually checking the quality of work. The inspectors name was Brody and every time I turned around there Brody was inspecting the job. At times, Brody got on my nerves and I told him several times to get lost, to no avail. As I re plumbed the drain for the washer, Brody was there. As I was wiring in the switches, and receptacles, Brody was there. AS I put up the plasterboard, /Brody was there. As I re- installed the hanging ceiling, Brody was there. As we laid the cement board and ceramic tile, there was the inspector Brody. As I finished up wiring the lights, there was Brody under foot. I turned on the light in the 3 foot by 5 foot laundry area, and there was Brody sitting looking up at the light, in amazement, wondering how that dark area got light. For Brody is the neighbors cat. RJ
