Emily and I are looking into apartments to move into when the lease on our studio is up in March.
Yesterday we visited this place in Dover called "The Meadows."
If you've ever driven down 155 you know it, it's the series of blue-sided buildings next to White Cliffs, the brick buildings.
We had called ahead to look at a two bedroom that had a one-year special that was much cheaper than our studio. We got to the place and went into the office, thinking we'd meet up with the guy and he'd show us around.
He handed us a set of keys, showed us on a map where the building was, said, "It's apartment 622, here ya go. Please don't judge it on its current appearance, we'll replace the carpet and paint the walls before you move in." and sent us on our way.
So we walk across the parking lot to building six, enter through the door into the spacious and well-lit entry area. We go up to the second floor and enter a fire door into a dark, not-well-lit hallway where the apartment was.
We find the apartment and I open the door. I honestly thought, at very first glance, that the people there hadn't moved out yet. There were still a couple pieces of furniture, there was luggage in the closet for chrissakes! Anyway, we go into the place, and it's a mess, like the guy warned us about. There was broken glass on the floor in the master bedroom, cigarette butts in the living room, to match the ones ALL OVER the ground outside, change everywhere, I made about 38 cents off this place, the toilet was gross, and I think there were smoke stains on the siding outside the living room window.
But that's not all...
The coup de grace, if I may...the piece de resistance, if you will...the cream of the crop...there was a bag of onions in the middle of the living room floor.
G'head, re-read that sentence.
on the living room floor.
One of the onions had nice long green sprouts shooting out the top of it.
FUCKING BAG OF ONIONS!
I am honestly hoping that the management hadn't looked at the place before letting us in. They knew it would be a mess cause the folks had just moved out, but hadn't checked to see how bad a mess it was.
Cause otherwise that means they went in after the people had left, SAW the bag of onions on the floor, LEFT the bag of onions on the floor, and FREELY gave us the key to the apartment to go and SEE the BAG OF FUCKING ONIONS ON THE FLOOR.
Yeah, we're NOT moving to The Meadows in Dover. Nofuckinway.
Not for all the onions in china.
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