Oh, dear Lord. Tenant Who Hated My Molecules refused to leave the keys when moving out--mailed them to the management office instead, avoiding one last interaction with me. (After all, I had the grapevines cut out just to annoy them.) Gee, I'm so hurt. Then I found out the master key I had was no good, as TWHMM had changed the lock without telling us. Gee, I'm so shocked.
Can't help feeling some regret about that level of failure to connect with a fellow human being. I can usually get along with just about anyone. I was bummed last night thinking about it, until Irish reminded me how weird this person was.
Interesting factoid: No further sign of illicit (and utterly useless) cats.
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