Mar 02, 2006 13:18
Maurita and her realtor were supposed to be here between 10-11. They arrived just after noon. Typical.
The realtor was nice, but in that fake realtor way. I got his card, but I don't really want it. Lots of bullshit about finding buyers who still want to rent to us, yada yada yada. Relished the moment when I asked Maurita why the hell a policeman was at our door yesterday morning looking for Angela. It was like she shit her pants. Also, gave her a huge packet of papers containing Illinois State laws and local renter's laws and tenant's right, with passages highlighted concerning eviction, security deposits, and the like. Reminded her in front of the realtor that our lease states our written notice must come at the end of the month, and that we have 120 days to get out. Even Sadie helped out, acting sweet until the realtor reached down to pet her, then she tried to bite him. Then she sat next to me like a statue of Bast and stared at them until they left.