My Apartment Manager is Creepy.
The other night I went to nice gathering at a friends house. Very classy. We drank Mohitos (sp?) = rum, sugar, and fresh mint. We ate some lovely BBQ'd tofu. I learned that my friend Aleks might marry his roommate just so she can have dual citizenship. (Aleks has Polish citizenship, Poland is about to join the European Union, this would make it very easy to become a resident of an E.U. country...but I digress)
After saying goodbye I return to my humble abode that I am 80 percent moved out of (I just need to find some new suckers....err "tenants"). At the front door I look to my trusty mailbox, good ole' #31, and see a slightly crumpled note stuck halfway in. Verbatim it reads:
"Kev Could i borrow
57$ I promise
I will repay you
as soon as i can
You can just leave
it in your mailbox
on Sunday morning"
All bad grammar included. It wasn't even signed, but I'm pretty sure it was the creepy apt. manager that lives above me.
A little backstory on the manager.
I've come to call him Boo Radley because of his creepiness. He looks like that guy in "The Green Mile". The scrawny guy with the mustache and a pet mouse, Mr.Jangles or something. He wears very short running shorts ALL the time. No matter the weather. I have not seen him in pants ONCE. The shorts go well with the ratty tank tops he also wears. I'm pretty sure he never sleeps. I'm half convinced he's making methamphetamines right above me. Any time I try and take the recycling out he magically appears at the bin and checks to make sure EVERY bottle is rinsed. If he finds one that appears to not be rinsed, even though I tell him it is, he throws the whole lot in the trash. I could go on for days, but you get the point.
Anyway, this note creeps me out for numerous reasons. One, I am not on a first name basis with Boo, nor do I believe he has the right to shorten my name to..."Kev". Two, why is he asking ME?!? and why $57?!?! WTF kind of amount is that?!? And third and most important...WHY is he going into my fucking mailbox?!? GAAHHHHHGGGH!!!
I'm so sorry for the rant, but this has been rattling my brain for a bit. I'm glad I'm almost moved out.
Any creepy landlord/apt. manager tales?
To end on a good note, here is my favorite Alex Grey work:
The other night I went to nice gathering at a friends house. Very classy. We drank Mohitos (sp?) = rum, sugar, and fresh mint. We ate some lovely BBQ'd tofu. I learned that my friend Aleks might marry his roommate just so she can have dual citizenship. (Aleks has Polish citizenship, Poland is about to join the European Union, this would make it very easy to become a resident of an E.U. country...but I digress)
After saying goodbye I return to my humble abode that I am 80 percent moved out of (I just need to find some new suckers....err "tenants"). At the front door I look to my trusty mailbox, good ole' #31, and see a slightly crumpled note stuck halfway in. Verbatim it reads:
"Kev Could i borrow
57$ I promise
I will repay you
as soon as i can
You can just leave
it in your mailbox
on Sunday morning"
All bad grammar included. It wasn't even signed, but I'm pretty sure it was the creepy apt. manager that lives above me.
A little backstory on the manager.
I've come to call him Boo Radley because of his creepiness. He looks like that guy in "The Green Mile". The scrawny guy with the mustache and a pet mouse, Mr.Jangles or something. He wears very short running shorts ALL the time. No matter the weather. I have not seen him in pants ONCE. The shorts go well with the ratty tank tops he also wears. I'm pretty sure he never sleeps. I'm half convinced he's making methamphetamines right above me. Any time I try and take the recycling out he magically appears at the bin and checks to make sure EVERY bottle is rinsed. If he finds one that appears to not be rinsed, even though I tell him it is, he throws the whole lot in the trash. I could go on for days, but you get the point.
Anyway, this note creeps me out for numerous reasons. One, I am not on a first name basis with Boo, nor do I believe he has the right to shorten my name to..."Kev". Two, why is he asking ME?!? and why $57?!?! WTF kind of amount is that?!? And third and most important...WHY is he going into my fucking mailbox?!? GAAHHHHHGGGH!!!
I'm so sorry for the rant, but this has been rattling my brain for a bit. I'm glad I'm almost moved out.
Any creepy landlord/apt. manager tales?
To end on a good note, here is my favorite Alex Grey work:
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kennedy77:
hiiyeee!!! 
sdchick:
I went to the Che' Cafe. eeh : /