And I Thought I Had Enough “Car Trouble”
We got a call from the landlord’s sister, for whom I don’t have a snarky name as I do for Slacker Dude, the guy upstairs, or Tinpot Redneck, the guy they have doing maintenance now. We have 30 days to get rid of one of the three cars.
Mind you, the place we had all three parked is narrow, and effectively you can only park one car there unless you own and can juggle as needed multiple cars parked end to end. We were doing them the favor of using “one space” for three cars. I moved one back to the other driveway, using effectively “two spaces” for three cars.
So when we get rid of one of them, we will obstruct the same space in the driveway. Duh.
What ticks us off is not that we may only park two cars here. It’s that we had express consent to park three and it has changed on a whim, rudely presented. It’s likely that we will only be able to park two cars wherever we wind up living next. We’d be just as annoyed - maybe more so - if future place with two spots suddenly chided us for having two cars instead of one, and banished one of them.
For all that, I still kind of like the landlord and his sister, but this is a danger of renting from individuals who don’t have a good sense of… I dunno… consistency, and their own potential for arbitrariness. At the same time, I have always hated the idea of commercial complexes for other reasons.
We had relaxed slightly, but this confirms our intention to move. I’ll have to post something on what we’re looking for. It’s disappointing, because despite the kids upstairs, too little space, and its foibles, we were prepared to stay here as long as another four years. This is more typical of my traditional tenure in apartments. Quincy was a fluke, being there over five years. My first place, in East Bridgewater, was nine months. I shared an apartment in Greenfield for less than a year, then had my own in Millers Falls for three or four months and in Deerfield for nine months.
Sigh…
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