I had a target shop today in an interesting area. I walk into the office and instantly told that the target is "too busy to deal with me" and passes me off. I can do nothing to get the target to speak with me. I even went so far as to clarify the price that was stated on the phone verses the very high price I received once I was on property. I was told that there were no units left in the lower price bracket and then the target went back to her business.
So I begin with the other associate I ask: How is the neighborhood here?
The associate: Oh we don't have burglaries and prostitutes around here. We gots a security team that comes every so often.
Me: Oh they come daily?
Associate: No. They come at 10:30 pm every so often but not every day.
So we go on the tour. I ask about renovations. I am told that they happened sometime ago and will be scheduled sometime in the future. The tour, of course, goes into an apartment. The door is open and I am accosted by the wondrous bouquet of gunpowder, blood, cat pee, dog vomit and I really am not sure. The cabinetry was particle board and it was crumbling so bad the sink in the kitchen was falling down. There was no fridge and the dishwasher wouldn't close. I was told those were part of the renos that would be happening - eventually. I wont go into the whole apartment but I kept thinking that if I ever chanced on halfway house or - I don't know - jail, this place would be either of those. We leave the apartment and I keep thinking about wanting to take a shower. She then talks about the kids playing close to the apartments with baseballs and basketballs and screaming at all hours. I was then told that if anything, including windows, breaks I am responsible. She goes on about fees and deposits and such. We continue on back to the leasing office and she asks with a genuine smile:
So what do think? Do you want to sign a lease?
Just lost trying to find a fire pit in a concrete jungle wishing it was a wooded glen...
if it wasn't for bad luck, I would have no luck at all