In the last 2 weeks, Mr. S has called numerous times and left me 3 messages asking about other tennants. "Is Jan there?"..."Has she been there during the day?"...."Can you watch out your window and call me when she shows up? I need back rent" (seriously?!) He finally got that taken care of and then a few days later I got a new message, "Is Ramona home? Can you call me when she is?" He then stopped over to tell us that Arturo and Talia were supposed to be moving out and oh.."Can you let me know when they do?"
This is ridiculous! We hate this place and yet somehow have become the Apple Lane police! We need to move! I believe this all started because we wrote him a huge letter (He is foreign and almost impossible to understand on the phone! I used to live in his mother in law apartment and was able to understand him by reading his lips, without that it's a lost cause!) explaining all of our concerns and letting him know that we were going to have to move if the amount of people "living" here wasn't significantly reduced. Aparently, that got him to start acting like a landlord...at least for a few weeks. What I didn't count on was the fact that taking charge in that way would make us the official rule enforcers. Believe me, this is not a job we want!