Last week a lady called me at work and apologized for doing so. Apparently ALL the home numbers she had didn’t work.
?? says I. “There are no home numbers. Work and cell; I don’t need more than that.”
Oh, she says, and goes on with the purpose of her call. She wants to know if the leaking roof I reported a month ago has been fixed.
The light goes on. This lady is with the realty company we rented the house from. The leaky, noisy, can’t-wait-to-move-out house. But the realty company still has the deposit–over $1400. So I’m polite. “I don’t know,” I answer. “I told the roof guy he’d have to call you guys for the key.”
Oh. Well, do I know S****, the neighbor, lives in the back of the house?
Yes, I do. Lived twenty feet from his front door for over a year.
“Well, he’s a bit concerned at all these cars you have parked in the driveway lately.”
‘nother lightbulb. She thinks I still live there. Two weeks after my lease was up, two weeks after I turned in the keys and filled out the gimme-my-money-back form, she thinks I still live there. I (still politely, $1400 deposit still not in my hands) point out her mistake.
“Oh!” she says. “Well, who lives there now?”
Apparently, $1400 of my money buys a lot of me being polite. I just suggested she ask the agent who rented to us. No idea if she always handles that house, but…well, it was better than what I wanted to say!