Wow. Our possible landlord-to-be is *insane*. He's like...I can't even describe it. Zippy saw a little of it, I think, but dealing with this man on the phone is like talking to an entire classroom full of four-year-olds with severe ADHD. It's a screaming riot. The guy is great.
The phone rings today, my boss gets it. 'Yes, yes she's working. One moment.' Hands the phone to me. 'Oh, so now you've got someone screening your calls for you? What is this? Who are you trying to avoid? This is Bruce, by the way.'
Yeah, I know. So he misunderstood the original plan - he thought you guys would still be able to move in, and wanted to work a deal. I explained that it was only going to be the two of us for December originally and since I now have to pay rent for December in my apartment, we can't move in until January 1.
I said that I appreciated his working on it. He said he knows he's a treasure (modest, too!) and will 'keep working on it.' I told him that we like him and we like the house, so if there's anything we can do, let us know. He told me he'd call me back, exhorted me to work and help fund his $30,000 in property taxes, and rang off.
Then the phone rang. I answered it. 'Hi Mariah, this is Bruce again. I just hit redial on my phone.'