Well, greed would be if they made her pay to leave even though they want her to leave! On the other hand, they stuck her with nonrefundable fees and a pet fine up front.
I found a bag of potatoes in the pantry, so I’m looking up potato casserole recipes. That reminds me, I have mashed potatoes in the freezer. I’ll have to make potato soup. I can get some ham.
The up-front non-refundable fees are just a way to get more money. Pet deposits are supposed to cover any damage the pet does to the walls or the carpeting, but unless you have unruly dogs or cats that have no other place to scratch, damage to the carpets will be minimal. I’ve never understood that, anyway, because they all clean the carpets between tenants. But don’t get me started. ;o]
Sharon isn’t coming, of course, even though she says I’m her best friend. I’ve never been her best friend and both of us know it. But that’s OK. If she’s happy with that for an excuse (a trip to Vegas yesterday with another couple has made her head hurt, but she can go get a Pepsi for the guy across the street from me) then good for her. She’s never cared for my disabilities because she can’t see them. Therefore, they don’t exist, and I don’t attend the last meeting on Sundays because I just don’t want to, or the functions that take place in the evenings.
In a little while, I’ll get up from here and finish the pantry, then work on the bedroom.
The neighbor who disturbed my almost-sleep the night before last, rang the doorbell just as I was getting ready to head down the hall yesterday.
She’s insistent, and the night before, I’m holding the screen/storm door with one hand, trying to keep her out, and she has a death grip on it, trying to come in. I’m in nothing but my sleep shirt, it’s 6:00 PM and I need my sleep.
Anyway, I let her in but only after she said, “Can I come in and sit down?” She insisted I’m the best neighbor she ever had. Then she began asking questions about U-Haul. How much is it? How do you rent it? Who helps you to load? Where did you get the boxes? I’m not a U-Haul franchise, lady.
I barely know her first name, and when she asked me to write to her, I had to ask what her last name was but I’m the best neighbor she’s ever had.
(Looks like I’ll be hand-writing your letter...)