One of my very favorite tenants had some ‘issues’ with her mother last week. I don’t know exactly what happened, but there was a minor showdown of sorts out in the parking lot.
She just showed up again about 20 minutes ago, while I was on my parapet porch, cleaning the mouse cages. I didn’t think too much of it while I watched the mother waddle her way into the ground floor apartment entrance. About 30 seconds later, there was screaming and shouting. I kind of giggled to myself, because to be quite honest, this mother is a fucking whackjob. Really. I’ve had the distinct displeasure of seeing her drunk off her ass several times in the two years that her daughter has rented here. She’s loud and belligerant when she’s sober, so you can just imagine what she’s like when she’s drunk.
Anyways, the boyfriend of the daughter threw her out of the apartment and walked her off the property. As the mother walked by his car, she took her keys and scraped a very nice scratch over the hood.
Oh. My. God.
I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or call the police, because I was fairly sure that the boyfriend was going to kill her right in front of my eyes. He did end up calling the police and asked if I’d sign a statement about the whole thing. Then my tenant came up and apologized profusely for the drama. She’s a good kid and never causes any trouble here and I genuinely feel bad for her.
I shrugged it off and told her, “If it’s not one thing, it’s your mother”.
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