Our oven has been broken for two weeks now and I still haven't seen an electrician. I don't know if that's the landlord's fault or the electrician. I'm guessing a little of both. Our apartment is owned and run by an elderly woman and her two daughters. Sometimes things slip between the cracks because they fail to follow up.
That isn't the funny part.
Earlier this afternoon I heard them next door doing some cleaning in the empty apartment next to us. I was heading out anyway so I planned on stopping in to remind them of my oven on my way out.
When I walked out of the door one of the daughters (in her 40's) walked outside too.
She was wearing a t-shirt, a pair of ugg boots & her panties. Nothing else. ![]()
I just walked to my car and got in because I couldn't carry on a conversation with her like that.
When I drove by she looked up, smiled and waved. Oh my gosh!
P.S. to 517B. At least you were wearing pants today.
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