I stopped in the apartment complex office after work and got word that indeed my upstairs neighbors have completely moved out. They have turned in their keys. So, I'm going to enjoy the peace and quiet while it last.
The reason I stopped in the manager's office was not to get the latest gossip on the upstairs neighbors though. I found an envelope on my front door when I got home from work last night. it told me that I owed the complex 40 cents. Yes, 40 cents.
So I decided to go in and pay off my debt. However, the complex doesn't deal in cash. Well, I sure as hell am not writing a check for 40 cents.
Fortunately the woman working in the office said I could add my delinquent amount on to next month's rent.
I'm guessing that they spent more than 40 cents on the stationary to inform me that I owed less than four bits.
I realize I admitted in a recent post that my financial management skills are suspect, but printing out an invoice for 40 cents? Well, at least they didn't mail it to me. That would have been just too funny.
OK, so it's Wednesday night, and we're on the downhill slide for the week. I'm tempted to go out and raise a little hell. Or at least get some dinner.
I may or may not let you know which way the decision went, depending on how much hell I find.
Neighbors
Apartment living
3 comments:
Awwww G-Man! That's what your blog is for. Putting all the juicy details of any hell, fun, or mischief you may land in. :-)
3T
I wonder if they would have tried to dispossess you if you stiffed 'em. It's worth a try just for the fun of it.
they're retarded. what the hell?
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