National Submarine Day
There were some strong ideas and we made great plans for the future of the project.
The day ‘turned south’ as they say, when I got home from my meeting.
James had something he wanted to show me on his phone.
It was text from our Prostitenents BOYFRIEND.
She’s literally a zombie hooker from a B Listed Horror movie that just won’t die and keeps coming back for cheap frights
Just die, already K, please just die.
We had put the giant bag full of things she had left behind all throughout our house, out for her to pick up a couple days ago, and she hadn’t come to get it. So James had sent a second text saying if it wasn’t gone by the end of the day (Day #2 of being outdoors), it was going to the dump.
She had scurried over at some point during the second day and fished through the bag, cherry picking a few items, and, like a classy, respectable 35 year old adult woman, left the rest on our property for us to deal with.
Then, as any other landlord would have done the very first day she left, we threw the bag in the trash.
As insulted as we were by her behaviour, yet again, we honestly thought that was the end of that.
Of course naive fools were we, once more.
Her boyfriend was getting in touch because, even though we made it explicitly clear all her things were in that bag and we were going to toss it if it was was not taken within 24 hours, K was missing a brand new Aldo purse that was left in a drawer.
Brazen. As. Fuck.
He even acknowledged that he knows we have blocked her phone number, that’s why he had to text us, and ended it with a ‘talk soon’.
L. O. L.
James responded that the purse in question was in the bag that she chose to rummage through and neglected to take in it’s entirety. We had warned it would be considered garbage and treated it as such.
At least he’s polite.
The woman had 2 months to pack. This was 11 days after she moved out. She got her full damage deposit back despite our house being absolutely filthy and bearing several damages. She knew she was blocked and continued to harass us. Why would she think, after everything, that she would be entitled to that purse anymore if we did still have it?
It is too bad because I didn’t realize she had been too damn stupid to take the brand new-still-with-tags purse when she came to rummage like a rat through the bag. I would have picked it out before heaving the bag out and sold it on Kijiji! Hopefully the garbage man spotted it and his wife got a nice surprise (heteronormative, I know, I know… I just can’t see a gay garbage man’s husband liking that purse at all… although it was rather trashy 😉 )
I can’t believe I’m as shocked as I am about this. It’s like I didn’t think she could creep lower as a person, but alas.
After responding to the crazy people as succinctly as possible via text, James and I headed out to Subway to celebrate National Submarine Day.
While we were there the winds pick up and up and up.
People couldn’t get the door open to Subway or even out of their cars. The power flickered and you could hear the howl.
On our drive home it looked like the traffic lights were going to fall any second and other motorists had windows blown out.
At home, the power was out and stayed out until early morning.
It was record breaking winds in the province, out-blowing our worst hurricane (Hurricane Igor). Winds were at 130kph and gusts were upwards of 180 kph. Roofs blew off houses and transport trucks fell over. Pedestrians were blown into traffic and the radio hosts passed on the warning to not leave the house unless absolutely necessary and to drive with both hands firmly on the wheel .
We spent the night listening to our hand crank radio by candlelight and laughing at the people who call in to complain.
My one regret was not just eating half of the sub and saving the other half for later – we don’t have any groceries and everything was closed !! Went to bed hungry but awoke to power, so small victories!
Happy National Submarine Day !! What a shit show!!