[Today’s run: Limerock Road, 4 miles]
We got a letter today from the management of my son’s former apartment denying us any refund of our security deposit. We had been assured by the live-in manager that her husband would get the carpet done easily, and more cheaply than anyone else.
So now we get this letter complaining about how dirty the apartment was and denying us any of the deposit at all.
I called the manager and lost my temper a bit. I really didn’t like her telling me that no one had ever vacuumed and no one had done any cleaning, since I participated in those things myself.
I’ve written a letter to the owner of the complex. I think maybe this manager lady has a scam going. She tells people not to worry about it, then she and her husband probably charge all sorts of hours against the deposit. I can’t prove it, but it sure looks that way to me.
Anyway, it is unusual for me to do any shouting. I don’t like it. But I’ve actually become less passive about such things as I’ve gotten older. I used to think such things were just an honest mistake. Now I frequently think that some people are out to skin as much as they can.
I don’t think my shouting did any good. At least, it didn’t make me feel any better. But I calmed down and wrote a letter to the owner (and sent another to the owner’s home address in case the manager intercepts the first one).