GREAT NAMES IN THE RENTAL BIZ
Arvids Jansons. I got his desk when he left.
Argero Vassileros. Nickname: Argie.
Michael Bielemuk, a k a The Professor. He had floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.
Maria Malfundido. A kleptomaniac. She stole light bulbs from the hall so we glued the bulbs into the sockets.
Saram Carmichael. A transvestite who solicited customers from her second floor window. The johns waited at the bus stop outside her window.
Stan Hershfield. One of the few Jews at the time on the West Side. He was raised in an orphanage and loved the word bubkes (beans), as in: “Stratton, I have bubkes so don’t hondle me about the rent.” [Hondle is haggle.] When Hershfield painted the natural wood floor in the kitchen, he beamed, “Only the best, Stratton, Benjamin Moore!”
Malfalda Bedrossian. She was never late with her rent.
Chris Andrews. He had a regular name but slept in a coffin.
Merjeme Haxhiraj. She talked me down $10 every year on her rent.
Patience Osuma. She wasn’t patient. She had multiple beefs. She thought she was living in the Ritz.
John “Chip” Stephens. He played jazz piano all day and was so good he landed a tenure track job at a university in Missouri.
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I could see how lightbulbs glued in might present a slight problem…. I don’t trust even the ones that are claimed to go for 3,999,656 hours….
Actually Bert, you were ahead of your time. The new light fixtures have built in LED where you throw away the fixture and replace it when it dies 3,999,656 hours later.
I’ve been encouraged to buy that type, too. We live in and most accept a throwaway society….
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