which_chick | (no subject)

I stopped by one of our apartments this evening to tell tenant and girlfriend that they needed to come in to the office, add girlfriend (currently living there illegally) to lease, sign check from assistance office for bulk of their rent (it's made out to girlfriend, which is why we are permitting her to stay), and pay the sixty-odd bucks remaining on the rent due for April.

I knocked without the door. I admired the hole that these tenants have put in the front door due to knowing the Wrong People. *sigh* In the meanwhile, there being some hurried rustling noises inside, my hopes perked up and I knocked again in a "Not Going Away" kind of knock. I waited some more, all the while my Detect Weed superpowers going off like sixty.

Tenant and girlfriend (her picture is in the dictionary next to White Trash Ho) opened the door. Huge clouds of smoke did not waft out but the smell of weed intensifies. I don't mention it. Both of my apartment residents, who are dressed like they are trying out for PeopleofWalMart.com", are baked like clay pottery in a kiln. (This could also explain a lot of the outfits you see at PeopleofWalMart.com...) I say my piece and leave, not entirely sure that either one of them is following along.

The things I do for four hundred dollars.