Today I digress from my usual swooning to a matter of grave concern for today I felt poorer than I have ever felt before....Its funny how the reality of poverty is determined by the person experiencing it; I was not hungry, all my bills were paid....this month......and I should be able to make it relatively comfortably to the next payday. All this notwithstanding, my mind was not settled because I am a "Renter".
The life of a Renter is punctuated by a myriad of issues not least of which is the inability to have even a courteous relationship with the persons on the larger side of the house or the abject poverty that is felt when the property has been placed on the market for sale....and you cannot afford to buy it.
One is left is a spiral of calls from the Real Estate Agent and numerous visitations the purpose of which is to view the house. Yes, This "experience" would be less painful if the process of showing did not require your presence....but alas, for reasons of safety this is an imperative. So the unfortunate renter is faced with coping with the various individuals and couples, some half your age, some you know, some you can tell have a supplemental income born out of the underground pharmaceutical trade....but still you are forced to twiddle your thumps until the last looker leaves......woe is me....Tomorrow there will be three more.
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