I took a break from writing, again, because I didn't have very many new stories. Just a new crop of idiots doing the same idiot-y things. But in the last couple weeks they have upped their game. As have their enabling parents. I won't get political, but one parent actually said 'Thank God Trump is in the white house now. He will make it so people like you can't harass a good upstanding citizen.' She said this in response to me asking her son to pay for a door he had broken. Epic. Just epic. I am still trying to decide how Trump relates to her drunk idiot son running through his bedroom door. Not sure I will ever have clarification on that one.
In the last few weeks I have dealt with more ridiculous crap than in quite some time. But my favorite is the boy who broke his door.
Boy: (calls me on the phone) Last night I wasn't home and my room mates broke my door.
Me: What is broken? The frame? The trim? The actual door? The knob? I need to know what to put on the work order.
Boy: The door has a crack in it and a piece of the trim is cracked.
Me: That shouldn't be hard to fix. I will send our maintenance by later today to assess and see how much it will cost. You will have to pay before we repair it. (We have been burned too many times in the past by people never paying for damages and collecting is a nightmare so we changed our policy)
Boy: Sounds good.
Maintenance goes by to discover door is broken in half and half the door has been thrown away. Not only is the trim cracked but the actual frame is completely split. Basically he needs an entirely new door and door frame. But you know, it is just cracked.
I text the boy and give him the total for repair and let him know that as soon as it is paid for, we will get it repaired. He says ok, he will get it taken care of in the next week or so.
2 weeks later he texts me the following:
Boy: Is there any update on fixing my door?
Me: Did you pay for it? I didn't see the payment come in and it has to be paid before we can repair it.
Boy: Obiviously. But your man told me it could just come out of my deposit and it would only be about $150. So you can just go ahead and fix the door anytime.
Me: I know he did not tell you that. We never fix doors until they are paid for. And it will be closer to $400. It can come out of your deposit if that is what you want, but you will just not have a door on your bedroom until you move out.
Boy: I want a door, that's your job.
At this point I stopped responding as I just didn't have the energy to deal with any more that day. This kid has definitely not grasped what it is I do here. He thinks it is my job to get him what he wants. Someone please teach this kids a lesson. Please.
