"I'm moving out as soon as I can."
That's what the gal I met in the parking garage said to me.
But not before telling me of the litany of issues she's had with the place since she and her sister moved in last year.
See, her apartment is just below the laundry room, and it's flooded five times due to the crappy pipes they have running above her.
And there was also that one time two weeks ago, when it flooded due to the rain.
And every so often pot wafts through the ventilation system and it's kinda weirding her out. (Actually, the parking garage smells like that every so often, too.)
This is on top of the fact that last year there was:
- No visitor parking
- One elevator out of four functioning for all 21 floors (and that functioning elevator was not the one to the parking garage)
- Heating that didn't heat; cooling that didn't cool.
- ...Oh. I see it now.
I guess that our perpetually backing-up sink (despite the backflow prevention valve they installed the week I moved in) and the broken door handle don't seem that bad after all.
Actually, I can hardly wait to move out, too.
Good thing we're saving up. But that's . . . another story.