Jun 13, 2006 14:11
I feel like I've just been on an episode of COPS, with the way this guy was banging on my door.
Ring-ring-RIIIIIING! BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM! RIIIIIIIING!
"Ung, huh?"
BAMBAMBAMBAMBAM! RIIIIING!
*Stumble to the door, unlock it, and blearily peer at the guy with the clipboard*
"Oh good, you're AWAKE! We've been trying to get into your apartment for the last half-hour!"
"Nnng-huh?"
"The manager apparently doesn't have a key to your place, so we couldn't let ourselves in."
"Mrrrgood."
"Mind if we come in?"
"Nnng-huh."
"Good. We're just here to assess the property for a possible sale. Any problems you remember?"
People banging on my door at two in the freaking morning, according to my night schedule?
"Weren't you guys supposed to have been here between nine and eleven? It's two O'clock."
(This is the first intelligent phrase I've made in hours)
"Actually, eleven and one, but we're still late."
*The guy takes a look around, asks me about the plumbing, the heating and air conditioning, and other maintenance issues. He's nice enough to apologize for waking me up*
"Okay, well thanks for everything!"
"Mmm-huh, t'care."
Now I'm stuck awake. Grrr.
apartment,
stuff