Once again let me say that my apartment manager is one of the nicest ladies in the world. Despite posting signs accusing cripples of not taking down their trash and what not. I think she thinks of everyone there as her children.
I was in the elevator with her the other day and she was on her way to a guys apartment giving him information on how he can get help paying rent. She said “Guys never like asking for help. They wait until it’s too late and we have to kick their butts out! I went to a conference yesterday and got all kinds of information on how he can get some assistance.” See. Nice. Most apartment managers don’t actually seem to want anyone to live there. They’re like cashiers that wonder why people keep coming to their check out lane to make purchases. That’s what you’re there to do! Ring people up. Don’t act put off when people want to check out.
ANYWAYS . . .
We had a holiday promenade a few weeks back in the area where I live. All the shops had little treats and drinks. There were carriage rides. My apartment manager put out this sex offender Santa in a hot air balloon.
Sufficiently creeped out?
Well imagine coming home to this in your apartment lobby.
Guess it was having troubles staying inflated outside so she brought it in. It’s loud as hell, huge and scary. Merry Christmas.