So I arrived at the apartment this morning to find the door open and two people there. Turns out they thought they were going to rent the apartment, or at least the girl was; they didn't seem to know each other so maybe the guy was from the agency.
Well, the girl said it was impossible that the place had been rented, and for a wild moment I thought we were both victims of some horrible scam, but I produced my rental agreement from yesterday, and she called the agency, and it turns out that all it was was that the owner forgot to tell the agency that he had rented the place.
I felt really bad for her. She looked like she might cry.
But I also felt really good for me; I was scared for a second there that I might be caught up in something really awful.
So J helped me with my bags up the six flights of stairs, and we had what counts for breakfast in France, at a cafe in the Place de la Bastille, and he assured me that I had done very well with this apartment, location and price and east exposure and everything. The commute is fine too, and now I am at work. Whew!
Monday, October 03, 2005
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This is beginning to sound like book material. You already have at least 5 chapters...including fish in tub, paper procurement, parents and Paris loos, and apt hunting. Got any free time!
BigM
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