Time To Stock Up On Pepper Spray

, , , , , | Romantic | February 18, 2020

(Early one winter morning, I am walking back to my apartment building after taking my son to his bus stop across the street. As I step into the parking lot, a minivan waiting to turn onto the street honks. Thinking it’s about another car, I carry on, but it honks twice quickly again. Confused, I stop, wondering if I dropped something and they’re trying to let me know. The minivan then reverses, stopping when I’m at the passenger window, which is rolled down. A slim man sits behind the wheel, looking at me expectantly.)

Man: “Hello there, I’m [Man]. I’m new to the building. What are you doing?”

(Tired and caught off guard, I reply honestly.)

Me: “Uh, I’m [My Name]. I just brought my son to the bus stop.”

(The man smiles broadly, though it doesn’t feel very friendly.)

Man: “[My Name], that is a very beautiful name. Are you married?”

(My mental alarms have now begun going off, so I hope my answer gets the conversation to stop.)

Me: “Yes, I am married.”

(The man considers this for barely a moment before continuing.)

Man: “Can you give me your number so we can get coffee sometime and you can show me around the neighborhood?”

(I don’t like the tone of his voice, so I take a step back, shaking my head.)

Me: “No, thank you. I was just going home.”

(The man leans across the passenger seat, digging his phone out of his pocket as he speaks more insistently.)

Man: “Please, it’s just a number. I want to get coffee sometime and talk.”

(Definitely uncomfortable, I back off more, shaking my head and repeating myself.)

Me: “No, thank you. I am going home.” 

(Not waiting for a reply, I was finally able to gather myself enough to turn and hurry towards the apartment building, glancing back to get a good look at the car and license plate so I knew what to look out for. He waited for only a few moments before continuing out onto the road and away. It’s been over a week, and though I’ve seen his car once in the lot, I haven’t run into him again. I already have anxiety about strangers, so this hasn’t helped at all, but I realize I’m lucky that he did just leave after I turned him down and retreated. I hope my luck holds and our paths never cross again!)

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It’s Time For Them To Make A Fire Exit From This Conversation

, , , , , | Friendly | January 21, 2020

(I live in a four-story apartment building in downtown Vancouver where the two exit stairwells are used regularly by residents to enter and exit the building. They act as a sort of communal back door that can be opened just as the front door can be. I often use the back door as it is the closest doorway to my apartment. One evening, I am leaving to take my dog for a walk and take the usual route down the stairs and to the back door. However, when I get to the exit and push on the door it won’t budge, so I push again harder this time and continue to try to push it open. When it still doesn’t move, I look out the little window and see a man just outside the door.)

Man: *muffled speaking as the door is closed* “There is a woman sitting in front of the door.”

(There is more muffled speaking between the woman and the man. I push on the door again thinking she must have moved, and I still feel resistance. When I push again, it finally moves as she has gotten on her feet and is moving away from the door.)

Me: “What are you two doing out here?”

Man: *says nothing*

Lady: *angry* “I was just trying to find a place to eat a sandwich and smoke a joint! I don’t see what the problem with that is?!”

(Smoking weed is legal in this province but is still subject to bylaws of smoking away from doorways.)

Me: “One: this is a doorway and you need to be like 15 feet away from it as there are private residences right above you. Two: you are blocking a fire exit!

(My dog is barking at them, and lucky for me, he has a big deep bark so he sounds much scarier than he actually is.)

Me: “You need to leave and find somewhere else to be.”

(The lady and man then left in an angry huff. The average age of the occupants in my building is probably 60+; I’m one of the only occupants in my 20s. Any one of my neighbors with walkers would definitely not have been able to exit safely in an emergency. It still makes me so angry to think about how thoughtless and dangerous this lady was being.)

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Making A Clean Break

, , , , , | Working | December 26, 2019

(A year ago, my husband and I moved down the hall in our apartment building to a different unit. During that move, we were asked to take our blinds and curtains to be professionally cleaned by a particular business on the other side of the city. We did it, handed in our receipts as requested, and were annoyed to find out that we weren’t getting reimbursed for it. Whatever, not the end of the world. Fast forward a year: we are moving out of the country. My husband has already flown out, so I am alone to pack, clean, and move everything into storage. I do not take the blinds and curtains to be professionally cleaned this time around, as I know I won’t get reimbursed, and our vehicle has been sold by this point anyway. I am handing in the keys to the property manager as my in-laws are waiting with the rest of my things in their car.)

Property Manager: “Okay, everything looks pretty good. Do you have your receipts from [Business] for the blinds and curtains?”

Me: “Nope. I didn’t do it this time.”

Property Manager: “What? You were asked to have them cleaned. This means that we’ll be taking [cost] from your damage deposit, you know.”

Me: “Yeah, that’s fine. It’s still cheaper than doing it myself.”

Property Manager: “What do you mean?”

Me: “Last year, we paid [cost] for the cleaning, plus probably about [additional cost] for gas money, and we had to coordinate two different days for drop-off and pick-up. We never got reimbursed. It’s actually cheaper and easier for a tenant to not take them to be cleaned.”

Property Manager: “But [cost] will still be taken out of your damage deposit.”

Me: “Yes. I am okay with that. As I said, it’s still less expensive than doing it myself. Sorry.”

Property Manager: “But we require everyone to get this done. You won’t get your whole damage deposit back.”

Me: *sigh* “I understand that. But I am also not getting reimbursed for having them cleaned, so I’m losing money either way. Honestly, I don’t know why anyone bothers to do it.”

(I left shortly after, and he still couldn’t understand why I didn’t take them in to get cleaned.)

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Internot Getting It  

, , , , , , | Working | December 22, 2019

(I have just moved into an apartment in Orlando. It’s a converted fisherman’s village by a lake, and each small building has three tiny apartments. After I finish all the paperwork, I ask the company who owns the building this.)

Me: “By the way, do you know what company provides Internet access to these apartments?”

Employee: “I believe that would be [Telcom #1].”

Me: “Great, thanks.”

(Later on, I go to [Telcom #1]’s storefront. I talk to a salesperson there and we start getting me signed up.)

Employee: “What’s your address?”

Me: “[Address].”

Employee: “I’m not seeing that. Where is that?”

Me: “It’s just down the road from here, about a mile or less.”

Employee: “And what was that again?”

Me: “[Address].”

Employee: “Yeah… That’s not on our service map. We just don’t have the infrastructure there to get you connected. Sorry. We can’t give you Internet.”

Me: “Oh, bummer. Sorry for wasting your time.”

(I leave. Using public Wi-Fi, I do a search for my new zip code and Internet providers and am given a list. I call a second telcom.)

Me: “Hi. I’m checking to see if you guys provide Internet connections to my address?” *gives address*

Telcom #2: “Hmm… Mo, I’m sorry, we’re not showing that on our service map.”

(This repeats for every single Internet provider and telephone company that provides service in my zip code. I call, they check my address, and nothing comes up. One or two of them even recommend I try [Telcom #1]. After I run out of new companies to call, I call the leasing office again.)

Me: “Hi. I recently moved into [Property] and I was wondering if you guys had any information on who provides Internet there?”

Lease Office Employee: “Sorry, we don’t. You would have to do a search for your zip code and call the local companies.”

Me: “Uh… okay, great. Thank you.”

(By this point, I’ve gotten friendly with my neighbors and I stop by when they’re hanging out outside one evening.)

Me: “Hey, I have a question. You guys have Internet, right?”

Neighbor: “Yeah, of course.”

Me: “Who’s your provider?”

Neighbor: “[Telcom #1].”

Me: “Are you serious?”

Neighbor: “Yeah.”

(He reaches into his apartment and picks up a bill off of a little mail table by the door. He opens it up and shows me.)

Neighbor: “They’ve been providing me Internet since I moved in here.”

Me: *with barely contained frustration* “Thank you. You’ve been very helpful.”

(The next day is my day off, so I call [Telcom #1].)

Me: “Hi. I’m looking to set up an Internet connection at my address.” *gives address*

Telcom #1: “Let me look that up… No, I’m sorry, we don’t provide Internet to that location.”

Me: “Okay, but my neighbor says you do and he has Internet from you.”

Telcom #1: “I don’t know what to tell you. I’m looking at my service map right now and we don’t provide service to that area. We don’t have any infrastructure.”

Me: “I literally saw the bill with my own eyes. You are billing my neighbor for Internet and he lives in a building like twelve feet from mine.”

Telcom #1: “I really don’t know why that would be. We absolutely do not provide Internet to your address or any address in your neighborhood.”

(There’s a long pause as I try to think of some way to make sense of this.)

Telcom #1: “We provide DSL Internet, though.”

Me: *pause* “Beg pardon?”

Telcom #1: “We don’t provide Internet, but we provide DSL Internet.”

Me: “So… you don’t provide Internet… but you provide DSL Internet.”

Telcom #1: “Yeah. Why? Is that something you would be interested in?”

Me: “Yes, it would.”

(Fortunately, they eventually connected me to the DSL Internet… which was extremely different from the Internet.)

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Unfiltered Story #168416

, , | Unfiltered | September 28, 2019

(I work at an apartment complex and we have people come in frequently for tours. A woman and her daughter come to take a tour with a younger sibling and baby.)

Me: I would be happy to take you on a tour. Our model home is a 3 bedroom unit but will have features very similar to the 2 bedroom you were interested in. ( I take them out and show them our model home and proceed to bring them back to our office to answer any last minute questions.)
Me: That’s about it. Do you have any questions?
Customer: So can I see the 2 bedroom?
Me: No ma’am, we don’t have any of those to show and we only have one model home. There are people occupying the other spaces.
Customer: Well I don’t want to pay for it if I can’t see if first.
Me: I understand ma’am, but unfortunately, I cannot show you space since there is someone currently living in all of our spaces of that style.
Customer: Obviously flustered* Ok, well how much is it again?
Me: $635 per bedroom.
Customer: That’s it?! I can definitely do that. For the whole thing?
Me: No, per bedroom. So $635 each room or $1270 a month for the whole unit.
Customer: So $635 is all?
Me:………. $635 per bedroom and 2 bedrooms so $1270 a month.
Customer: Well can I see a 2 bedroom?
Me: ……..