Getting Kicked Out Before I Moved In
Yesterday: I got a call from the new apartment complex I’m supposed to be moving into in less than a month. They told me that they looked over my application again and can’t let me move in because one of my dogs is over the maximum weight limit. I’m still welcome to move in if I could find another home for my dog, he politely suggested. AND GIVE UP MY FURRY LIFE PARTNER?! I don’t fucking think so, asswipe. In the most office-appropriate voice I could muster I demanded to know how the hell he expects me to find somewhere else to live when I’m supposed to move in three weeks. He said he was sorry and that my deposit check would be in the mail. I want more than my check, I want your left testicle too.
