Seriously, I can’t make this stuff up. About a year ago, I had a tenant waiting for me at the door at 7:00 am (how do these people know I come in early?!) demanding my attention to do something about the dust in his house.
Maybe I hadn’t had enough coffee yet this particular morning, because I invite him to come on in as I unlocked the doors to our office. I hadn’t even set my heavy laptop bag down yet and he started demanding that I stop to take a look at a tissue that he was spreading across the front desk counter. Sheesh! My kids have more patience than this elderly man who reminds me of my late Uncle LeRoy who was pretty gruff, loud and downright obnoxious.
The tenant proceeds to tell me about this incessant, horrible dust problem he has in his house. He was in the office early in the morning because he claimed that he wanted to be the first on my priority list. He yammers on about how his house is so dusty and it was our fault because we didn’t regularly clean the air ducts in his home. (I don’t even do that in my own home, much less a rental property.) He proceeds to lay the dusty tissue out in front of me. Except there was one problem… I couldn’t see the dust. The old man tenant looked at me disgustedly and was completely exasperated with me.
He leaned across the office counter top and propped himself up on his elbows, raised his one crooked eyebrow at me and haggled in a low, but loud voice “I see dust floating in the windows and that, my dear, is a problem.”
I don’t know how you would handle this one…. but I passed the buck big time and responded sweetly with “The Donald will be in shortly, have a seat and he will assist you with your problem.”
*my work here is done*
For some reason now I can’t get that Kansas song out of my head.