okay, okay

Gwen suggested that I write something new as it's been awhile since I've posted. Tis true. I've been a little uninspired. It's this weather. It's cold. And other than being sick last week there hasn't been too much going on. Regina, who works with me at the gym took pity on me last week...but today she kicked my ass from here to Sunday. I'm sore already, which doesn't bode well for tomorrow.

Well, okay, here's a little story. Let's call it:

"What not to do when you are looking to rent a room from total strangers."

One of our housemates is leaving (she was never really here, but that's another thing altogether) so the search is on to rent out her room. We didn't get much response from craiglist - although this one guy seemed like a good fit, so Henry invited him over.

First off..there is a 4 year old here, Hank, and it's kind of imperative when moving in with a child that you at least acknowledge said child upon checking out the space you're thinking about renting. This guy was seemingly (I wasn't here) so disinterested in Hank that he pretty much ignored him.
This did not go over well with his parents.

Now, I don't know...when you are presenting yourself to possible landlords/roommates; it would seem necessary or at least prudent to show your very best behaviour. Smile, be polite, don't pick your nose or roll your eyes...and really, if you can at all help it, don't get ready to hock a loogi, hold it and then excuse yourself to spit off the front porch. And if you've already made that social faux pas to people you DON'T KNOW .. don't completely label yourself a social nimrod by doing that same thing, except this time...spitting into the kitchen sink..and then not bothering to even run the fucking faucet!

The amusing thing about this little tale..which is a frightening but true story..is that Henry immediately got an email from the guy saying he felt they were a great match. Aside from the horrific spitting incident, the guy never asked to see the house really, not even his room and was pretty much not interested in anything about the house. Except the sink. He was into that.

In the end, a very nice young woman named Kit moved in. She's a naturopathic student and has no proclivity towards spitting that I can tell.