Long story short there is a rental building right behind my house. It's an ok place, nothing special. Anywho the people that used to rent one of the units was evicted because they ran a fortune telling business out of their apartment, yah, that's what I'm saying. Now the guy's trying to rent it and not having any luck.
Hmmm, I wonder why. It couldn't be because the gypsy ( yes, that's what we called them ,sue me already) people left behind their awning that of course says Fortune Telling, Palm Reading etc.
Seriously, please let me take an apartment that will cost me $1500.00 a month for a tiny little place oh and remember to leave the awning right over my front window. Not just any old awning, but the one that says I'm a fortune teller. I mean because I would love to have people stopping by here at all kinds of crazy ass hours of the night, to, you know, have their fortunes read. OK? You get where I'm going here?
Yes, well today the landlord starts all his whining about how he can't believe it has been 2 months already and no takers. He just can't figure out why it's not renting.
I say to him, you are kidding , right? Take the stupid ass sign down and see what happens.
Now we all know that I am a few cards short of a deck in most matters. However, it really isn't rocket science in this case. I mean nothing says "Home Sweet Home" like a fortune teller's awning right the hell over the picture window of your unit. The window that you would look out of every single day.
Honestly, and I truly thought that I had problems.
He said to me, "You think so"?
You have to understand that everything around here rents at much higher rates and is usually off the market in a matter of days when available. We are in Lincoln Park, go ahead look it up. It is a very nice area. Not only that, we also have not one, but 2 els (trains) to get to. We have a short walk to the red line in one direction and a shorter walk to the brown line in the other direction. That would mean No Car. Those of you that live in bigger cities know what it's like to not have to drive, in the city, to work, every single day. It's heaven, trust me.
So, if you are in the city, and you happen to drive down Clybourn, my house is the one behind the awning, where the asshat lives. Honestly, it won't be too hard to find. Sheesh, some people.