These things only happen to me. I woke up late this morning and was getting ready to go visit Katie for lunch when I received a knock on the door. I wasn't fully dressed at the time so I didn't answer and hoped it was just someone dropping off a package and would leave. Then I heard the keys and I knew that it was someone from the apartment complex. During the day if they think you're not home they will just come in to do what they need to do. Immediately I finished dressing and rushed to the door opening it just enough so as to not reveal my disheveled appearance.
Upon looking out, I noticed not one or two maintenance guys but approximately seven people four of whom were very well dressed. For a moment no one spoke before Lisa, our complex manager, spoke up asking if I received the notice. Still perplexed by the mass of people outside my door and knowing absolutely nothing about a notice I just stared blankly to which Lisa responded, "you didn't received the notice?" At this point, I managed to say that I had not received anything. She then told me that we should have received a notice regarding them coming to show our apartment to a couple of investors as they are trying to refinance.
All I could think about was, "they cannot base their investment decision on our wreck on an apartment. Of course, I don't blame her for thinking we were good candidates for this. She has repeatedly told her that we are some of her best tenants. If she only knew the slobs we were she would never had selected us for this showcase to the well dressed investors. Luckily she gave me an out asking if this was a bad time and I, gratefully told her yes it was. She said that there was another apartment they could look at and they left.
Now though I felt uncomfortable going to Katie's right away. What if there other apartment didn't work out either and this time I wasn't home so they came in anyway? How embarrassing for Dave and me. I mentioned it to Dave who said that he received a call from the apartment complex but that the reception was bad and all he heard was "blah, blah, blah" to which he said "no thank you" and hung up. At this point I was like, "Dave, that 'blah, blah, blah was actually, 'hey we're bringing potential investors into your apartment so that they can help us refinance." It was distressing but rather funny.
I would have loved to help them out. Had I known, I would have made the place at least somewhat presentable. Still, I was super reluctant for them to come back. Finally, I decided that I was not going to let it keep me from seeing Katie so I wrote a message on the white board in the kitchen saying, "If you came back to look at the apartment we are super sorry about the disaster zone you unwittingly walked into. We did not get the notice and have would have made this place far more presentable if we had. Please don't judge! Sincerely, Denise and Dave." Luckily, it does not appear that they did come back.
So the lesson learned by today's story: if Dave gets a call and only hears "blah, blah, blah" he should have me attempt calling them back. That, and if we weren't such slobs then this would not have been an issue at all. It's too bad I didn't know as I would've made that the number one reason to get the place in order.
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