two years ago, when i was 24...
the last apartment i lived in ("apartment" being a loose term for "dingy, mouldy basement of someone's house"), my landlord and his housekeeper both told me off for stupid, completely useless things, even though i never did anything even close to objectionable while in the confines of their compound (they do belong to a cult, i considered it a compound).

besides the landlord yelling at me for leaving one light on in my apartment during the day (while he ran power tools constantly from an outlet on the back porch), and getting belligerent and screaming at me when i asked to have a lock put on my front door, my personal favourite was when the housekeeper, sue, told me off for not putting my mail out for the postman correctly. i had some postcards i wanted to send that were small enough to fall out of the braces they were supposed to sit in (it was not a proper box, mind you), so i sat them on a table in front of the box and figured, you know, if the postman doesn't see them, i'll drop them off in a mailbox when i go to the grocery store.

the next day i checked, and the postcards were gone... when i arrived home from school, sue grabbed me as i was headed down to my cell and said "we need to talk", then she walked me over to the mailbox and proceeded to show me how mail goes in the box - gesturing and speaking very slowly as if i was retarded, i might add - and then berated me for confusing the poor postman.

believe it or not, i did apologise, because i'm a total pussy.
( mayonessa, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 18:50, Reply)