Trials
Got to work. Voicemail from new tenants about attic boxes. Called back. Not my boxes, I said. Still have to deliver key, maybe get my mail, I said. You left dishes in dishwasher, she said. Move not over.
Found security deposit. More than I expected. At lunch, personally handled change of address since online service still denies me. Went to deposit check. Cashier excuses herself, interrupts boss in meeting. Comes back with penitent but determined eyes. Check has two names separated by conjunction and, she says. Would need joint account, she says. Grammar not my friend today. Move not over.
Still, you are a fabulous dancer.
Comment by Lane — 9/8/2008 @ 4:34 pm
The new tenants are pretty damn awful. Anyway, the old landord did say we could store our stuff indefinitely.
P.S. If there are two XL Uhaul boxes still up there, they are ours. They were situated by the luggage. I brought one of the three down to the dining room, but had left two in the attic. I’m guessing they were moved because they were in a spot that was obviously ours.
Comment by Raggedy Android — 9/12/2008 @ 9:39 am
They’re not awful. Timing is just bad.
Comment by steelbuddha — 9/24/2008 @ 11:48 am