Okay, so this guy goes into a bar with a duck on his head...wait. Wrong story.
True story. Back home in Michigan, my good friend and roommate were parting company because of his work, so I had to find a place to live. A friend of mine from the office mentioned his apartment complex in Royal Oak that he really liked, and I should come by and check it out, which I did.
I arrived that evening. I noticed an old woman with a couple of grocery bags, and asked if she needed help. She politely declined. There were two large heavy glass door entries to the courtyard, so I waited by them. "You don't need to do that," she said. I agreed but waited by the doors anyway, instructing her not to hurry. I held the doors and we bid each other a good night.
I really liked my friend's apartment, and the complex was perfect, not too large, lots of character. This is where I wanted to live. I called the manager's office the next day. I was told there was a waiting list, but I should stop by and get on it. I was a bit disappointed, as I did not have a lot of time. I stopped in anyway.
By now you can probably guess who the manager was. "Well hello," she said, "nice to see you again." After the surprise worn off, smiles and a pause, she said, "so...when would you like to move in?"
rwantin Forum Posts (8,924)
Oldtimer. Remembers when this site was in DOS...
RE: Dating co-workers
Dated someone from work. Once. Okay, twice.Dated someone from my apartment complex. Once. Okay, twice.
Eye'm uh rill fazt lerner.