I applied for an apartment in the burbs today. 1x1, big deck, clubhouse, pool, gym, sauna, hot tub, theatre, putting green, ball washer. Swimsuits, Chicks. Gosh. Party. Ball Washer? Travel agent?
Date: 23 August 2006
Miles Riding: 17.60
Bike: Road
Ipod: No
August Bike Mileage: 139.47
Date: 21 August 2006
Miles Riding: 9.64
Bike: Commuter
August Bike Mileage: 121.87
I grew up (on a bike) here so I know more about the neighborhoods and address locations than most of the realtors. Me: "The cross street is Cypress?" Realtor: "No, Second." Me: "Are you sure? Is it right across from the Baptist Church?" R: "Yes." M: "That's a stretch." It was a lot for a sh*thole that smelled like stale cat in a somewhat marginal neighborhood.
2 comments:
Some apartment you applied for! Who is your travel agent?!
I know a realtor there . . . but he's bald, if you have a problem with that.
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