I show up to the apartment door, five minutes ahead of time. I knock. I wait and knock again. I hear a bit of ruckus and an old lady answers the door.
Me: Hi, there! I’m here to buy the air conditioner? Unless I’m at the wrong appartment?
Her: Well I won’t sell it to you. Pfft… really..
She then closes the door on my face with nary another word. Turns out I was at the wrong apartment – I was supposed to get it from the guy the next door down.
About half an hour later, I walk out the door and see another one. “Hi there Monique!” I say. She just gives me the dirtiest stare ever. This is a woman for whom I also fixed her computer for free. No hellos, just dirty stares.
So if ever you’re in the mood to meet a cheerful lot, come on down to Canterbury avenue!