posted on Mar, 30 2004 @ 06:28 PM
Oh man. Have got a mouthful to say today. The tale of tragedy goes like this:
I call up my landlord sometime at the beginning of this month. I say, Yo, when's our deposit coming back? He goes, yada yada, I gotta look at the
place, I understand, I'll try to have back ASAP. I'm required by law to give you the deposit within a month of moving out (which was Feb. 27th). I
go, cool. I understand. You can hand the check to my bro, at yada yada.
It's all good. But then, I don't hear anything from him. What the hell? Hey, I'm a nice guy. Maybe he put in my bros mailbox and he didn't know?
My bro checks the mail, looks around. Can't find the damn thing. Okay. That's odd.
I call the guy again, and ask him to call me back with an explanation. Its' around March 19th or so. So I sit back and chill a little longer. No
dice. I call my bro again. No check.
So today I call the dude. I finally get his ass. He's stepping out of the house, apparently. I'm like, what's happening with the deposit. He goes,
"Well, er. I'm going to step out to pick up my brother and look at the place. Uh. I'll get back to you about what we're going to do." Huh? What
we're going to do? #. I don't know what the hell is going on now. But hey, at least he said he'd call me back right? Suckers never learn.
I chill for an hour. I can't take this # no more. I gotta know what the hell is going on. I mean, I slowly realize, whatever the situation may be,
it's not right to not let the other person know what?s going on.
So I call. I get his mother. WTF. She doesn't know a thing, she claims. I fake-bawl on her to tug the heart strings ... maybe I'll get something?
All she wants to know is how much I'm expecting, so she can tell him. That's weird. I put my brain in boxing position and say, "Well, it was 1600,
minus expenses. I know the door need to be fixed and the fan was broken... So I'd expect whatever's left from that." She's uh uh. Her attitude is
coming on and she's fading fast. Man. I get his real number (apparently I'd been calling his mom's which is weird). So I leave a message.
We both signed a lease. He himself told me he had a month to give us the deposit back. He never told me what the # was going on, so now I'm shaking
in my boots. I left early so I don't really know how it looked when they all moved out. But as far as I know it was clean and nice.
And now I'm sitting here waiting for this lazy ass # headed mother #er to call me back and, "tell me what we're going to do." Not cool. I'm
afraid, somehow, someway, the nice extra somethign I was waiting on for like a month is going to turn into some tiny amount over bull# I had no clue