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"Get a job!"

Just a little anecdote of the craziness we sometimes come up against:

J was out visiting apartments, and a couple came up to him on the street and asked about his criteria and budget. He told them and the lady said she had a place that was for rent. She gave him the address and said he could visit the next day, but that evening she called back and said he could come over immediately.

When he got there, he couldn't find the lady and she wasn't answering her phone. The doorman sent him to the wrong floor, and once back downstairs, he saw a lady and her two teenagers standing in the entryway, their belongings bundled up around them in sheets.

Turns out they were vacating the apartment he was supposed to be visiting. J was very uncomfortable, but the people told him the landlady was inside and he should go in and visit, that it was a nice place. The kids, who spoke good English, told J, "She used to be my mom's friend, but then she turned crazy." Uh-oh.

J didn't visit, and she called him the next day, acted like nothing had happened, and invited him back over again. He decided to see the place just in case it was really nice. He liked the amount of space and had me excited about it.

Until I went to see it. o.O

It was rundown in the extreme and downright scary in some aspects. And the lady wanted way too much money. Every time I would mention something that needed fixing, she would get a look on her face that said I was being ovely difficult and she would nod as if to humor me, her narrowed eyes and pinched lips telling me I was dreaming if I thought she'd do anything.

I told her I was confused as to why she even told us about the place when she knew it was over our budget. "Because it isn't that much over. You can make an effort." Or, um, she could make an effort.

"No, we really can't," I informed her, especially after she said that, OK, OK, she would fix some small things in the apartment, but that we "would have to help her."

Then she proceeded to tell me that I should get a job so we'd be able to afford it. I politely told her that wasn't in our plans. And she kept on. And on. "You can open a daycare here! It pays good money!"  Um, no thanks.  "Go substitute teach! It pays really well!" No. Thank. You. "You can do many things to supplement your income!"  Grrrr.

And poor Sprout kept saying, "Momma, can we go now?"

Once the lady realized we weren't going to budge on our budget, she told me she would look for us a place.  In New Maadi. "We don't want to live there," I told her. "Yes, but they have a lot of flats there in your price. I'll look there."  No thank you. And she said it again and again until I cut her off with, "My husband doesn't want to live there."

We are leaving a landlady who is very decent on the whole; Lord save us from going into a situation with a known "troubled" person. O.O

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frigg
Oct. 1st, 2015 09:46 am (UTC)
*snort*
That would be from the frying pan into the fire. That one sounded absolutely nutters!
mnfaure
Oct. 1st, 2015 10:00 am (UTC)
Yes. No fire for me, thank you.
khiemtran
Oct. 1st, 2015 09:58 am (UTC)
Hope you have better luck in your next place!
mnfaure
Oct. 1st, 2015 10:01 am (UTC)
So do we, but going from stories of friends and aquaintances, we may not be able to avoid every kind of crazy.
asakiyume
Oct. 1st, 2015 02:06 pm (UTC)
Very wise of you to avoid any situation that shouts "trouble!!" even before you've moved in.
mnfaure
Oct. 3rd, 2015 02:53 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I can't see any good coming out of trying to make do with this kind of situation.
rabiagale
Oct. 2nd, 2015 04:39 pm (UTC)
What a pushy person. Run far, far away.
mnfaure
Oct. 3rd, 2015 03:09 pm (UTC)
She said she was going to call J later that evening; I'm glad she didn't. o.O
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