America’s Next Top Renters
Tomorrow we meet with the landlord to get the once-over to see if she likes us. I guess we’re auditioning for the home and while I understand she wants to make sure she gets a good vibe, I still am not looking forward to it. I guess she’s nervous about the wear-and-tear on the carpet since we have three kids. I told the Realtor that we’d take full responsibility for any accidents that might happen and the Realtor said she pointed out that that’s what a security deposit is for.
She’s new to being a landlord and I know I’d probably be uneasy taking the risk of trusting strangers with my investment. I put the kids on high alert — good manners, pleasant attitude, shoes off at the door, no fighting or whining etc. I don’t want this woman to think we’re the parents of destructive monsters. She can find that out on her own. (Kidding!) One nice thing is that the Realtor told her that she liked us and that we looked “clean” and nice (whatever that means).
All that’s missing is Tyra Banks making odd faces and other potential tenants fighting over an M&M and a cigarette.
