Five Reasons I Love My Landlord
1. When I moved in he let my dad park our U-Haul in the drive way (part of our lease stipulates we are not to use the drive way but he said “where am I going that I will need a car?”)
2. He’s a little old Italian man who speaks little to no English but still manages to say “hello, hello! Or, She come home!” every time I come home.
3. He sweeps snow off of our front patio.
4. The tobacco he smokes reminds me of my dad.
5. When I ask him to sign for important packages he says he can do it because“I’ve been signing my name for year.”
2. He’s a little old Italian man who speaks little to no English but still manages to say “hello, hello! Or, She come home!” every time I come home.
3. He sweeps snow off of our front patio.
4. The tobacco he smokes reminds me of my dad.
5. When I ask him to sign for important packages he says he can do it because“I’ve been signing my name for year.”
posted by Maria @ 9:15 PM
1 Comments:
At 9:47 PM ,
Anonymous said...
He's been pretty good to you. My first apartment manager was a scary guy named "Jean Claud" (no, not Jean Luc!) who lurked in the basement and made us nervous.
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