Am I Mean

I was sitting out on the steps at the front of my house the other day thinking about how great the weather has been, plus i had burnt toast and the house smelt gross. While i was sitting there a car pulled up and the guy got up and came over to me. He asked if I was the Landlord - i am not - so i said no. He was meeting the Landlord at the house at 6pm to view it (because i am moving out at the end of May)

The more i chatted to him the more i want him to move in here whenever I leave. As you can tell i am not a huge fan of the folks downstairs. Well that is a lie, the husband Shawn is a great guy. Really nice to chat to, and very helpful. His wife on the other hand is not so pleasant.

I know what really annoys his wife because they are all the things that she has came to shout at me about. Those being: parking 2 cars in the driveway, the cable money due, music being played too loud, movies to loud, walking around with "steel shoes on", talking loud, not shoveling snow off the driveway and the list could go on.

(Which are all a joke: we walk around quietly, don’t make that much noise and one night the landlord came around to see us at 10.00pm and we were all in bed)

I asked him a few questions and what I got from him was - he will be moving in with 2 other male friends, they all have cars, he walks around like an elephant, they like parties (late parties) and he wants to put a table tennis table in the house. I couldn't help but smile.

So me being a really nice guy brought him in and showed him around the house. I used all my experience and knowledge of previously working in Sales & Marketing and really impressed him with the house.

I do hope he and his friends move in here.

PK 1 - 0 Basement people

(If you think that this is mean, I will update you in my next blog as to why she was going to call the police on me)