Junk in the Trunk

We had a ghetto looking RV that started parking in front of our leasing sign. 

My boss HATED this RV. 

I would knock on the door of the RV at least three times a week, and no one would answer. 

I called the police, they would mark the tire, the RV would move to the curb directly in front of our leasing off--great. 

Then he would reposition himself back in front of the leasing sign, after the police checked the mark.  

The problem is the city line went down the middle of the street. 

And often the police would try to pass it off to the other city. 

Fun times. 

Meanwhile

Every week my boss would come down to inspect the property. 

Every week he would make note that he wanted me to remove that RV. 

Every week I tried. 

Every week I failed. 

This went on for FOUR years. 

One day I was sitting in my office and I FINALLY saw the man who belonged to the RV. 

He was walking down the street, freshly showered, carrying a gym bag. 

I watched him walk into his RV, and I quickly bolted out the door. 

In hindsight, running after a strange man who lives in an RV outside an apartment building was probably not a wise decision. 

But, my desire to NOT have to read "GET RID OF RV" on my notes every week overcame my common sense. 

See, I had never been able to catch this guy before. 

I knocked on his door. 

He didn't answer. 

I knocked again. 

He didn't answer. 

I yelled, "I know you are in there! I need to talk to you."

He finally poked his head out. 

I explained that we did not want him parking in front of the leasing sign or office. 

That is was bad for business. 

He was befuddled by this, and explained that his girlfriend lived in the complex next door and that they would often fight and he would move into his RV when they had problems. 

Uhhh, okay?

I asked him, if this story was really the case, then why can't he go park in front of the neighboring complex leasing sign. 

As a matter of fact, I encouraged him to do so. 

He was reluctant. 

But ultimately agreed. 

HURRAY!

I did a happy jig all the way back home. 

The next morning, I woke up nice and early, because it was inspection day. 

I went to drop my daughter off at school. 

On my way home, I was smiling inwardly.

I was so excited that finally, after four long years, my boss would arrive at the property and NOT have to make a note about the RV. 

I was giddily awaiting the praise I would receive on this seemingly never ending problem. 

I turn the corner. 

I drive down the street. 

I stop dead in my tracks. 

 &*%$#@!!!!!!

The RV was replaced with this truck full of junk. 

Yes, that looks so much better than the RV. 

Not!

I then was able to read "remove trashy truck" for the next three weeks, while I searched for the owner. 

The truck finally moved. 

And then, the RV returned. 

That's when you just throw your hands up in the air and say "$%&*-it!"





PS- Happy Valentine's Day!!!!!