Apparently the mother had passed away two years ago, and they hadnt been in the basement since then.
MOLD. This is mild compared to what we saw. Plugged it back in, drained the water, walked the washer to the door. (While the helper husband stood and made no attempt to help up).
Thankfully coworkers husband came up and helped.
The dryer was light and we managed that one just fine.
We stopped at McDonalds to wash our hands, and legs, and arms, and face, and had a
big Mac and Fries. water. and went to her house to unload.
We were on our back to my dads house to return the pickup when we got the voicemail that my dad went to CHURCH. and we should come there to trade keys (he borrowed my sisters car). CHURCH!?!??! are you serious?? We are covered in spider webs, black basement gunk, and smell like teenage boy sweat. I must love my sister!! I walked into church and traded keys.
My rewards: A wonderful evening with my sister and battle scars, and wonderful memories