Unfiltered Story #190288

, , , | Unfiltered | March 19, 2020

I manage a small trailer court that I live in. One of the tenants slipped on icy steps a couple of years ago and sued the owners, which she lost. Since she slipped she hasn’t paid rent on time (due on the 28th, late after the 1st. We’re going on 2 years that she’s paid late, We’ve never charged her a late fee). I looked back on the records and 75% are on the 2nd, 15% on the 3rd and 10% on the 4th and 5th. This month she called on the 2nd to tell me she had rent. I asked if she realized that she has been paying her rent late. She says that she made an arrangement with the owners that the rent was due on the 1st because that’s when she receives her disability. When I mentioned that it is now the 2nd she suddenly went quiet.

Unfiltered Story #189646

, , | Unfiltered | March 15, 2020

Tenant walks into our office and is obviously flustered. Her vehicle was towed after she did not follow proper procedure for our complex.

Tenant: I need to talk to a manager!
Me: Ok, I’m a manager, what can I help you with?
Tenant: Well my car was towed and I was specifically told that I could park behind my house without getting towed!
Me: Ok, did you have your parking tag up?
Tenant: Well no, but I have lived here for three years and haven’t received any notification about getting towed if I didn’t do that.
Me: Ok, hold on. (I proceed to print every email about said tenant’s parking tag and parking procedures for the past 3 years.)
Me: Are you ( her name)?
Tenant: Yes.
Me: And your email address is (generic email address)?
Tenant: Yes.
Me: Well here is copy of every email that we have sent there since we updated our system 3 years ago.
Tenant: I never got those, must have gone to my junk email!
Me: Well it says here that they were opened.
Tenant: Either way, I didn’t know! I demand that you call your higher ups and make them let my vehicle out for free!
Me: Well I can’t do that because they don’t work on the weekends, but I can get it released for a reduced fee.
Tenant: This is bullsh*t! I demand to speak with someone else.
Me: Ma’am, I can’t do that.
Tenant begins storming out in a fit of rage: My mom is going to call to yell at you!
Me: Have a nice day

Unfiltered Story #188418

, , , | Unfiltered | March 7, 2020

(My then-boyfriend, now-husband was the silly customer in this case. He had just moved into a new apartment. This was before cell phones were a thing, so all he had was a landline, which wasn’t hooked up yet.)

Friend (who’d helped him move in): Didn’t you say you’d ordered pizza?
Boyfriend: Yeah! I stopped by the restaurant this afternoon and placed an order. They should be here soon.
Friend: What time did you tell them to deliver?
Boyfriend: 5:00.
Friend: It’s 5:15 now. I’m starving.
Boyfriend: Aw, man, I bet they lost my order. Typical. Tell you what – I’ll go find a payphone in my apartment building’s front lobby and give them a call.

(He went downstairs to the lobby, whereupon he saw a frustrated-looking guy holding pizza, standing outside the building.)

Boyfriend: Hey, is that for me? My name is (Name).
Delivery Guy: Yep. I’ve been trying to get hold of you to buzz me in for 15 minutes, but you’re not answering your phone.
Boyfriend: That’s because it’s not hooked up yet – ohhhhh, geez. Sorry!

(He gave the guy a very generous tip to make up for the goof-up.)

At Lease-t She’s Gone

, , , , | Legal | March 5, 2020

I worked for an apartment complex with 72 units. 

One resident was a couple of months behind in rent when the assistant manager called her. She said she had moved out three months prior and she wasn’t paying — she still had six months on her lease. The manager was being nice and told her she needed to give her 30 days notice and turn in keys. If she didn’t at least turn in keys by the end of the month we’d add another month to her bill.

Well, a few weeks came and went and we still had no keys. We got a call from one of her neighbors about water on their kitchen floor. There were inches of water on their floor… and the dining room and living room, and out into the common hall. Four units were flooded.

We found the leak in the unit of the woman who’d moved out. We had to shut the water down to half the complex for two days and it took two more weeks to fix the water damages.

When our lawyers finely met the woman in court, she said she wasn’t going to pay for all the water damages. The lawyer argued that if she still occupied the unit she would have reported the water leak when it was just a trickle before the pipe ruptured. The judge agreed.

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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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