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Pissing off the fairies

August 22nd, 2013 · No Comments

The Apt complex went through some major exterior renovations earlier this year and some random loose ends continue to be addressed. This Apt complex was swarming with construction workers of dubious character and beady eyes… sorry but I do not like strangers, especially those hanging outside my bedroom window singing Mexican folk music while painting the window trim.  The creep factor is high!

My point is that every day when I leave for work I require the Hubby to lock the door behind me “so the Mexican’s don’t rape you”.  Yes, of course I mean it as a joke, but living in an Apt complex is a lot different than living in a single family home (where I never locked a door in my life). Too many strangers, too close for comfort. Stay outta my personal space. Yes, I am a Northerner and my Northern Attitude is not conducive to Southern hospitality…or Apt living obviously.

This morning as I am getting ready for work, wearing a robe and making a cup of tea, the door bell rings…Hubby and I look at each other…“you answer it…no you answer it”.  What the hell? Isn’t he supposed to be the tough man protecting his household and wife from strangers at the door at 8:30 a.m.? Humpf.

I peek out the eye hole and I can see a woman wearing what looks like scrubs. I open the door…Turns out there are 4 women outside the door. They ask me if the décor/wicker chairs/etc. displayed outside my Apt. door belongs to me.

Now I’m thinking they are going to tell me to clear my stuff out as (for the third time in 6 months) this Apt. complex has changed management companies and they don’t like it.

Turns out, the ladies are from a cleaning agency that services the Corporate Housing Apt across the hall (random Asian men live there from time-to-time). They love my décor choices and want to know where I find my eclectic crappy-craps, especially the etched slate plaque that reads: “Please don’t piss off the fairies”.

OK ladies, once again the Southern charm factor has softened my hard northern skepticism. Albeit early, thank you for your kind words and making me feel good about my crappy-craps.

Before I leave for work, I turn to Hubby and state the following: “lock the door behind me so the cleaning ladies don’t come in here and capture a new husband”.

He replied, “Well, at least the place will be clean.”

 

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