We've got an apartment in the paper for rent, and it astonishes me how some people think.
I just took a call. The young man was supposed to meet Tim this morning but did not. He works nights. He got home from work and dozed off and did not wake up. I understand that. I worked nights. I know how tired you can get.
He wondered if there were any way he could still see the apartment. I said, "Well, I'm showing the apartment to two parties at 6:30. If you would like to come over then, you can see it as well."
"Is there any way that you could show the apartment right now?"
Yes. I could. Except that it is after five, and if I head down there, I'll either have a big chunk of dead time between showings, or will have to make two separate trips to the apartment within a hour and a half. I took a deep breath. "No," I say. "This is inconvenient for me, since I already have people coming in less than an hour and a half."
And he says, "Well, then I'll just give your husband a call tomorrow during the day. I don't have to work tonight, and I'm going out."
A young woman calls. She wants to see the apartment. She and her boyfriend are looking for a place. "It's pretty small," I say. She assures me that it is fine. She likes small places. They are comfortable in small places. She wants to know if we take pets.
"We have, I say carefully, "but we must meet the people first, and then the pet...what do you have?"
"A rottweiler," she tells me.
I remind her again that this is a small apartment, and that we would not consider an animal that big.
She tells me that the dog had been very ill as a puppy, with parvo. As a result, this dog is no bigger than your average cocker spaniel.
Yeah. Right. Does she remember that I would have to actually see this dog first? I said to her, "I'm afraid not. Your dog is too big for the apartment. We've allowed pets before, but they've been shih-tzu or something like that. It is a very small apartment."
She got mad, and she got mad quickly. "You know what? Just forget it. We're not interested in your apartment!"
And finally, it amazes me the number of people who come to the apartment looking at it for their children. Their grown up children. Sometimes they get quite irritated to hear that we expect to meet the prospective tenant in person before reaching any agreement.
All righty then.
I guess none of them top the day a mother came with her son. She loved the apartment. He loved that it was so near the skateboard park. His mother explained to me that she would be coming over twice a week to make sure he was doing his dishes and keeping the place clean. He had the look of trouble, sullen and curt, just a shade away from arrogant, and so I stressed to the son (and to his mother) that we tried to select our tenants with an eye towards people that would fit in well with the people already in the building, people that could get along. It was important to us that our tenants be respectful.
The mother turned to her son and said, "You hear that? That means when you get mad, you can't be punching holes in the wall or kicking out windows."
Not a snowball's chance in hades...
We've had a couple with a baby and a coonhound who wanted the efficiency (a living area, kitchen and bath), and felt that it was discrimination that we would not consider them.
We've had a couple who are new to the area with a pit bull and a rottweiler. In talking, they mentioned their best friend. I recognized the name. Their best friend was a druggie. I said, "He's got quite a drug problem." They cheerfully said, "Yes. That's what we heard."
I don't know.
Honest to pete, I just don't know. This rental thing is really testing my faith in humanity.