My tenant's idiocy has no boundaries
Today, I managed to get about half the rent from my loser tenant. (In cash, of course. Everybody from Benjamin to George was present.) And yet again, he is acting as if he's doing ME the favor by even giving me half. He promised me the second half by this Saturday. (I scoff.)
Is this a surprise? Well... no. I should be used to his pitiful excuses by now. I've been dealing with this guy since last autumn, and I seriously did not think it was at all possible to have ANY less respect (neither personally nor professionally) for this pathetic excuse of a biological organism... until today.
While he was rummaging to find enough cash to pay me, at one point, he handed me a check for $250. Apart from the fact that I'd have more faith in a dog's paw print than in this creature's signature, there was something very wrong with this check: it was made out to a guy named Bob. The following conversation ensued:
Me: What am I supposed to do with this check?!
Fungus: You go to bank, and you cash it. $250!
Me: I can't use this check! It's made out to Bob!
Fungus: Yes, but I did not go to bank today. I was so busy. You go to bank, and you deposit.
Me: I CANNOT cash this check! It's worthless to me. I'm not Bob!
Fungus: Yes, you cash. It's good check. See? From Bank of America.
I'm not sure whether to feel utter disbelief that a person could be THAT stupid (especially someone who has been running a business for many years) or whether to feel insanely insulted that he would think that I'd be stupid enough to accept a check made out to somebody else as payment. Because... it's not ACTUALLY possible that he could think that would be okay... right? He must've been trying to deliberately trick me... right? Nobody can be THAT stupid... right?
If there were one thing that would shake my belief in God... it'd be that paramecia like him could (and have) actually reproduce(d) but good (and minimally intelligent) people cannot even conceive.
I'm digusted. (And frankly kind of amazed.)
Is this a surprise? Well... no. I should be used to his pitiful excuses by now. I've been dealing with this guy since last autumn, and I seriously did not think it was at all possible to have ANY less respect (neither personally nor professionally) for this pathetic excuse of a biological organism... until today.
While he was rummaging to find enough cash to pay me, at one point, he handed me a check for $250. Apart from the fact that I'd have more faith in a dog's paw print than in this creature's signature, there was something very wrong with this check: it was made out to a guy named Bob. The following conversation ensued:
Me: What am I supposed to do with this check?!
Fungus: You go to bank, and you cash it. $250!
Me: I can't use this check! It's made out to Bob!
Fungus: Yes, but I did not go to bank today. I was so busy. You go to bank, and you deposit.
Me: I CANNOT cash this check! It's worthless to me. I'm not Bob!
Fungus: Yes, you cash. It's good check. See? From Bank of America.
I'm not sure whether to feel utter disbelief that a person could be THAT stupid (especially someone who has been running a business for many years) or whether to feel insanely insulted that he would think that I'd be stupid enough to accept a check made out to somebody else as payment. Because... it's not ACTUALLY possible that he could think that would be okay... right? He must've been trying to deliberately trick me... right? Nobody can be THAT stupid... right?
If there were one thing that would shake my belief in God... it'd be that paramecia like him could (and have) actually reproduce(d) but good (and minimally intelligent) people cannot even conceive.
I'm digusted. (And frankly kind of amazed.)
posted by Anny at 9:38 PM
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