Monday, August 1, 2011

Instead of a late fee, I'll just yell at you

Today is Saturday.

The Asylum rent is due on the first of the month. The rent routine is that we each write our check, put it in the envelope and the last person to pay takes the envelope across the street to our landlord. 

I am usually the last person. By "usually," I mean, "always." And by "last," I mean, I put my check in on the morning of the first of the month. Everyone else pays a week early. 

July 1st was the Friday of Fourth of July weekend. All the roommates left town. I had work and plans and friends and I totally spaced bringing the rent check across the street. 

Saturday morning, July 2nd, the landlord woke me up at 8am with a phone call, berating me for not turning the rent in on time. He yelled at me like I was a preschooler who stabbed someone with scissors during art. Or something even slightly more acceptable for the level of his voice and the content of his condescension. 

By this time, he had also called all of the other roommates, because as evidenced here, he didn't know who I was. Until that morning, he still thought my name was Maggie. 

Norm left me a voicemail apologizing for not warning me about the lack of a grace period with the rent. 

Older Sister left me a voicemail telling me, "Kate, go pay the rent. This is ridiculous and I do not need this right now."

I brought the rent over at 10am. It was a total of 10 hours late. On the Saturday of a holiday weekend. 

The note above appeared this past weekend for August rent. This is my last rent check at the Asylum. 

Who wants to sublet for September?!

3 comments:

  1. Are you sure you don't want to stay there so you can continue posting these hilarious and ridiculous post-its? They are so very entertaining. :)

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  2. I think if you do ever decide to change your name, Maggie wouldn't be a bad place to start.

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  3. I thought about both of those options. For like 45 seconds.

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