Monday, March 17, 2008

Hey You Kids, Get Off My Damn Lawn

My new landlord/caretaker people are the cutest little old couple ever. I'm glad they're nice, because I know it sucks living in a building run by assholes, which seems to happen quite a bit. Lucky me.

The husband is one of those crabby old man who's actually really nice on the inside types. I ran into him in the laundry room the other day, and he pointed out a poster that he'd put up around the building. It's about a protest against a new tax that the city of London wants to charge apartment renters in order to help pay for damage and other costs that irresponsible students cause to the city. This tax is blatantly retarded, which I told him (in more politically correct words). He then told me about how all the damn university students were tearing these posters down, and how he doesn't understand university students, and basically they are responsible for all the problems in the world.

I was like, yeah, damn university students. What the hell is wrong with them.

I guess I look old enough that I'd be unlikely to be a student. I didn't have the heart (or balls) to tell him that I'm still in school myself. Now I feel like we have this rapport based on a mutual hatred of university students. I'M LIVING A LIE.

He later told me that he hates computers because he can't figure them out, and prefers woodworking. He's an old, old man.


Adorable Girlfriend said...

Don't tell him. Stay strong.

Can you get him to make AG furniture? I'll pay him. Since we both like wood, and all.

sarah said...

Haha. When he finds out you're going to get evicted. You better make up a back story for yourself. But don't say you're a doctor because they might get you to save somebody's life.

sarah said...

Blood will be on your hands!!!

Phronk said...

AG: I'm sure there are plenty of guys around who will give you wood if you pay them. WINK.

Ahh! Sarah is scary!

I think my back story will be that I am a rocket scientist. That way, everyone thinks I'm smart, but they don't actually know what I do, and can't call on me for any help unless there are some rockets around.

Jason said...

I'm turning into that old man. I just need a cane to shake at the damn kids.