Today, as I methodically vacuumed the rugs, I remembered something that happened a few weeks ago. The maintenance people were systematically going from apartment to apartment, changing air filters and checking the smoke detectors. A stern little woman herded the maintenance men around, delegating which apartment each should go to.
Eventually they came to my apartment. Once the little woman had a chance to appraise my place she said, “This isn’t your apartment, is it? Is this your girlfriend’s?” When I insisted that I lived there and asked her to explain, she just snickered. I would love to meet someone who had three video game consoles and a Millennium Falcon in her living room.
Just before she left, she looked at my rugs and exclaimed, “Where did you get these?”
I told her I bought them years ago at Wal-Mart.
She said, “No. I looked at Wal-Mart for rugs like this and they didn’t have them.”
Then she walked out.
Ha! We exist. Some of us are single. (If you swap Millenium Falcon out for X-Wing and TIE Fighter, then I count anyway :). Though I don’t have one now.)
Sadly, so the maintenance woman would never have known :).
Some people have a remarkable inflexibility in the way they view the world. Also, some people just don’t listen very well.
Sounds like she lives in the intersection of both groups.
She seemed to come from a reality where every Wal-Mart carried the same small selection of rugs which never changed.
My bet would be that she thought the place was too clean for a guy.