Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Insouciance!
We've heard it said on many an ocassion that condo developers tend to posses a certain character trait that may charitably be described as "insouciance." Such was the case over the past 48 hours with one of the editors. His building had been purchased by such a character and after declining their generous offer to sell him the unit for over $300,000, he has been awaiting the horrors to come. Such a horror appeared to arive Sunday night, when shoved under his door was a "48 Hour (minimum) Inspection Notice"
"This notice is to inform you that a Purchase Agreement has been executed on the above-indicated unit. Pursuant to terms of your lease agreement, you are hereby notified that an inspection of your unit will take place on TUESDAY, AUGUST 23rd between the horus of 6:00PM and 8:00 PM. It is anticipated that the amount of time spent in your unit will be between three to ten minutes. No action is required on your part for this inspection. An Agent of the Building Owner will be present at all times during the inspection and will verify that the unit is secured upon completion of the inspection.."
(emphasis supplied)
That night, early Monday morning, Monday night and early Tuesday morning, the editor cleaned his apartment so to deceive the new owner as-to just how much of a slob he was (think junkie without the drugs) or have the inspector blame him for whatever faults might be found. Tuesday night he sat in front of the tv, sipping a Diet Rite cola and feeling out-of-sorts in the surprisingly feng-shuied settings. Outside he noticed one of the now daily condo sales event (a bbq cookout) going on. The minutes passed. Garcia was throwing a no-hitter for the White Sox, but Santana was keeping pace for the Twins. At 7:20PM there was a knock on the door, but it was a salesperson along with one of the barbeque-ers, a depressingly young moppet boy whose hands looked like they'd been soaking in Marge's Palmolive (tm) for years. Could they look around, she asked? "Um, supposedly there's an inspector coming here and I'd really not want to do this twice, do you thi..." "Oh, that's ok, we can look at an "A" or "B" unit" and they left. By 7:50 the editor was getting suspicious and called the sales office. Could the barbeque sales event have been the "inspector" after all? "Yeah, that's what those were for" said the voice who answered. Soon aftewards one of the Twinkies blasted a homer off of Garcia (for their one and only hit of the game, but it proved to be the gamewinner).
Monz, of course, is never insouciant, especially when eating a White Castle in front of hundreds of hungry people. However today he was at Au Bon Pon for a Southwestern Tuna Wrap (chili-Dijon, cheddar cheese, tomatoes, romaine, sprouts and carrots in a lahvash wrap).
We've heard it said on many an ocassion that condo developers tend to posses a certain character trait that may charitably be described as "insouciance." Such was the case over the past 48 hours with one of the editors. His building had been purchased by such a character and after declining their generous offer to sell him the unit for over $300,000, he has been awaiting the horrors to come. Such a horror appeared to arive Sunday night, when shoved under his door was a "48 Hour (minimum) Inspection Notice"
"This notice is to inform you that a Purchase Agreement has been executed on the above-indicated unit. Pursuant to terms of your lease agreement, you are hereby notified that an inspection of your unit will take place on TUESDAY, AUGUST 23rd between the horus of 6:00PM and 8:00 PM. It is anticipated that the amount of time spent in your unit will be between three to ten minutes. No action is required on your part for this inspection. An Agent of the Building Owner will be present at all times during the inspection and will verify that the unit is secured upon completion of the inspection.."
(emphasis supplied)
That night, early Monday morning, Monday night and early Tuesday morning, the editor cleaned his apartment so to deceive the new owner as-to just how much of a slob he was (think junkie without the drugs) or have the inspector blame him for whatever faults might be found. Tuesday night he sat in front of the tv, sipping a Diet Rite cola and feeling out-of-sorts in the surprisingly feng-shuied settings. Outside he noticed one of the now daily condo sales event (a bbq cookout) going on. The minutes passed. Garcia was throwing a no-hitter for the White Sox, but Santana was keeping pace for the Twins. At 7:20PM there was a knock on the door, but it was a salesperson along with one of the barbeque-ers, a depressingly young moppet boy whose hands looked like they'd been soaking in Marge's Palmolive (tm) for years. Could they look around, she asked? "Um, supposedly there's an inspector coming here and I'd really not want to do this twice, do you thi..." "Oh, that's ok, we can look at an "A" or "B" unit" and they left. By 7:50 the editor was getting suspicious and called the sales office. Could the barbeque sales event have been the "inspector" after all? "Yeah, that's what those were for" said the voice who answered. Soon aftewards one of the Twinkies blasted a homer off of Garcia (for their one and only hit of the game, but it proved to be the gamewinner).
Monz, of course, is never insouciant, especially when eating a White Castle in front of hundreds of hungry people. However today he was at Au Bon Pon for a Southwestern Tuna Wrap (chili-Dijon, cheddar cheese, tomatoes, romaine, sprouts and carrots in a lahvash wrap).
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