I found the perfect welcoming sign to hang on my door to the apartment. If my neighbors weren’t concerned and confused by this
I can only imagine how they feel about this:
despite being a lady, he insists on calling me “dad”
And the boy that I am referring to?
My bouncing baby cat-son.
Happy Father’s Day, ya’ll. And happy Father’s Day to me, Liono calls me “Dad” after all.
As far as I know, I have a landlord. Every month I send a rent check, two weeks late, to a person. The check definitely gets cashed, generally resulting in a massive overdraft fee. At one point while in Chicago I got a call from a medical supply store that turned out to be my landlord telling me that my check bounced. The voice was certainly pissed.
Other than that – nope. He’s a mystery. Don’t know his name, what he looks like, or what he actually does. I didn’t have heat for an entire winter. I don’t have a number where I can contact him – let alone a maintenance man.
This is what I think he might look like
hmm…that looks a bit like Johnny Cash during the end days. Failure.
Let’s try that again:
IGNORE THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN THAT CALLS YOU FROM A MEDICAL SUPPLY STORE!
However, I know he isn’t an illusion. My landlord is a man of flesh and blood. I know this because sometimes he leaves me gifts outside my door.
I wonder what he is trying to to tell me?
Evidently a furrier new tenant has also moved in recently.