Working the register, my former landlord approaches me. “Find another place yet?” Bertha W. asks.
“No, I haven’t. How’s James working out?” I’m referring to the tenet she had replace me. Had she not had a guaranteed tenet, she probably would’ve worked with me.
“He’s not,” she angrily responds.
“Would you reconsider renting to me?” I ask.
Considering this, she replies, “We’ll talk about this later.”
This is the first time she’s been civil to me for months. Part of me wants to tell her to shove that little apartment up her patooty! However, after the Thursday layover in downtown Minneapolis surrounded with farmer’s market flowers and vegetables, wanting to take them home and make myself a wonderful home cooked meal...well, you get the idea.
I really am getting tired of The Mission.