Another thread reminded me of this story. I had come home for lunch one day and was eating when there was a knock on my door. I should've checked to see who was knocking but stupid me decided to answer the door without looking. I figured it was the apartment maintenance guy or something. There was a guy standing at the door probably in his late teens.
Me:
Damn Solicitor: DS
DS: Hi there! My school is doing a cutest senior contest. Whoever sells the most magazines wins a trip to Puerto Rico. *attempts a 'cute' smile*
Me: Erm...
DS: Have you been to Puerto Rico before?
Me: No...
DS: Alright! Let me show you what I'm selling. May I come in and use you kitchen table?
Me: I don't have a table...(which is quite true)
DS: Oh...well...may I use your counter so I can write down the information.
Me: My apartment is messy.
DS: It'll take just a few minutes.
Me: *develops the uncomfortable posture at this point*
DS: Oh...well...I can just write on my folder.
He tells me he's selling magazines and is wondering if I would be interested in buying them. He goes over what he is selling.
Me: I don't read magazines.
DS: Nothing here looks interesting?
Me: No.
DS: Well...maybe you can help me out. You can always just donate some money. That will get me points. Your neighbor below you donated.
Me: *alarm bells going off like crazy. I don't recall there BEING people below me* I don't have any money. I'm rather broke. (which is true. I live in a fucking APARTMENT COMPLEX. If I had more money I wouldn't be living there).
DS: Oh...*he pulls out his wallet and ATTEMPTS TO GIVE ME A DOLLAR*
Me: *rather offended* I'm not THAT broke.
DS shakes his head while he's putting his dollar away and turns his back on me and proceeds to pound the door of my neighbor directly across from me. I slam the door and hear a *shink*. Going around the corner I see my fiance putting away his short sword. So if the guy decided to help himself inside...he probably wouldn't have gotten very far.
Anyways...I decide to call the apartment office. Apparently the girl at the front desk had gotten another complaint from someone in a different building and she had been walking around looking for him. She told me that she would go see if he was still in my area. I still wonder if he got caught.
I have a feeling he wasn't selling magazines and that it was a scam. I did have a girl try that with me when I was living at home. She was trying to win a trip to Europe and did the same ol' "Have you been there?" Her face was priceless when I told her that I lived there.
Me:

Damn Solicitor: DS
DS: Hi there! My school is doing a cutest senior contest. Whoever sells the most magazines wins a trip to Puerto Rico. *attempts a 'cute' smile*
Me: Erm...
DS: Have you been to Puerto Rico before?
Me: No...
DS: Alright! Let me show you what I'm selling. May I come in and use you kitchen table?
Me: I don't have a table...(which is quite true)
DS: Oh...well...may I use your counter so I can write down the information.
Me: My apartment is messy.
DS: It'll take just a few minutes.
Me: *develops the uncomfortable posture at this point*
DS: Oh...well...I can just write on my folder.
He tells me he's selling magazines and is wondering if I would be interested in buying them. He goes over what he is selling.
Me: I don't read magazines.
DS: Nothing here looks interesting?
Me: No.
DS: Well...maybe you can help me out. You can always just donate some money. That will get me points. Your neighbor below you donated.
Me: *alarm bells going off like crazy. I don't recall there BEING people below me* I don't have any money. I'm rather broke. (which is true. I live in a fucking APARTMENT COMPLEX. If I had more money I wouldn't be living there).
DS: Oh...*he pulls out his wallet and ATTEMPTS TO GIVE ME A DOLLAR*
Me: *rather offended* I'm not THAT broke.
DS shakes his head while he's putting his dollar away and turns his back on me and proceeds to pound the door of my neighbor directly across from me. I slam the door and hear a *shink*. Going around the corner I see my fiance putting away his short sword. So if the guy decided to help himself inside...he probably wouldn't have gotten very far.
Anyways...I decide to call the apartment office. Apparently the girl at the front desk had gotten another complaint from someone in a different building and she had been walking around looking for him. She told me that she would go see if he was still in my area. I still wonder if he got caught.
I have a feeling he wasn't selling magazines and that it was a scam. I did have a girl try that with me when I was living at home. She was trying to win a trip to Europe and did the same ol' "Have you been there?" Her face was priceless when I told her that I lived there.





But, in my borough though, "apartment complex" does have a negative connotation. Many people think of those buildings as the "low-rent" district. Why? Well, they do have a hefty crime rate, and they're literally falling apart--the landlord only does the bare minimum of repairs.
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