my batshit crazy landlady and the case of the broken window

[cynthia_arrow]

my batshit crazy landlady and the case of the broken window

[please to be ignoring the tense shift that occurs somewhere in the middle. i'm too tired to go back and fix it.]

Comments

[eponine119]

Oh, Kate, you are a much better person than most of us. And spin a lovely tale out of something so frustrating.

(I would have been pissed off, immensely. One time I came home and found dirty footprints in my shower and other odd signs...turned out there was an unnannounced "apartment inspection." It was more WTF than anything but it still ticked me off.)

[cynthia_arrow]

I'm not a better person, just pragmatic. I refuse to give myself heartburn over other people being shitty. Plus, I just reupped my lease for a year. It's in my best interest to not get into a war with her, especially when I know once she gets over her misplaced righteous indignation, she'll fix the window. Tomorrow, even

[alissabobissa]

You win at life, obviously. Not only is this story entertainingly written like Pushing Daises episode narration (I heard Jim Dale in my head as I read), it speaks volumes about your character. You turned out good. Kate in panic mode is super fun to witness and I can only imagine how fun Batshit Crazy Lady on top of that was for you. Hee!

I'm so glad to know neither of the cats were harmed or got out or anything. How is Lucy doing? Nikita is being nice, yes?

[cynthia_arrow]

It was less about being nice and more about beating her at her own game, but I'll take the compliment. ;)

Yeah, you can imagine exactly how I sounded on the phone, which I admit probably wasn't a nice thing for her to be faced with a 10 at night. But I absolutely just asked her if someone accidentally broke it and forgot to tell me. Which in her world apparently translates into an attack on her character and sends her into seek and destroy mode.

Lucy and Nikita have a decent truce going. Lucy amuses Nikita, but they're still not very good at speaking each other's language, and Nikita's pulling some power plays. But no bloodshed, so it's all good.

[alissabobissa]

Beating her at her own game makes you smart. So that's not only a win but an ego boost. Score!

My landlady is super helpful but talks a blue streak at a mile a minute. She always WAY too enthusiastic and we happen to live near the office in the building so I see her every other day and have to endure a bombardment of questions about how I'm liking the apartment. Oh, and she's writing a book. Which I have yet to get up the courage to ask what the plot is. I'm so very scared.

[cynthia_arrow]

And now I'm thinking of the crazy one you had in B.G.

WE DON'T FURNISH THE REFRIGERATOR.

[cmonkatiekatie]

But your herb garden. And azaleas. :(

(I did not epically miss the point here, really. I am so glad the property owners I have dealt with exactly twice over the last year are super nice and helpful and not at all like Medusa, because I certainly wouldn't have handled a similar situation quite so well.)

[cynthia_arrow]

Maybe 'herb garden' makes it sound more impressive than it was. I had a few herbs planted in front of the azaleas (basil, thyme, oregano, mint), and I suppose if you're in overzealous, everything-must-go mode, they look like unkempt weeds. Or they might--if there weren't two motherfucking flowering plants right in front of them. They also got the axe. :(

Luckily, my best friend lives across the street, and I can always sponge off her herbs if I need to make pasta or, say, mint juleps. :)

[ella_bee]

You. I like you. and I like this story because I like your style of writing. and I'm friending you because you will now apparently be going to the gfg-vegas. and so am I. and so we should be friends. yep. ::nods::