Mr. Blog's Tepid Ride

March 17, 2015

You are looking for: A three room, one bedroom apartment. Close to the subway a must.

Picture this: Your real estate agent has just what you are looking for. Meet him at 3:00 to see the apartment. You get there and the nearest train is a couple of miles away. There is no street parking in front of the house, which is along a highway exit ramp. The building it is in has rusty children’s toys in front. This is in no way suitable, but the agent asks to you to see the apartment anyway as he made the appointment and does not want to break his word to the owner. (Of course, he has broken his word to you.) You go upstairs and see: One large kitchen, one tiny bedroom, and a bathroom. This is not a three room apartment. The owner claims that yes it is, counting the bathroom. You leave. And you never did find out what lies behind the padlocked door in the kitchen, which seemed to be set into the outside wall of this second story apartment yet was not visible from the street.

True story.

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