So we did what people do when theyve found the perfect house: confirm with the real estate agent immediately and set up a time to meet the landlord later that evening. We were happy. The real estate agent was happy. The landlord sounded happy over the phone. Happy happy happy.
About an hour prior to our meeting we get a call from our real estate agent who apologetically states that "the landlord has decided not to meet with you". I immediately hit her with questions such as: Did another person place a claim on the house first? Did someone else offer a higher price for the house? Does she not like Americans? Did she decide to sell instead of rent her home? ... After I pestered her for several minutes to divulge more information into why the landlord had such a sudden change of heart she finally admitted that "the landlord was uncomfortable with our ages and preferred to rent to a family". Ok i said, maybe understandable if the landlord had met us face to face and we seemed irresponsible but she was refusing to meet in the first place??!!? This was strange. I told our real estate agent ok, hung up the phone and defeatedly repeated the news to my comrades.
Almost immediately Prentiss sprang into action. She called both our real estate agent and the elusive landlord and explained that "we are very responsible, we may be young but we have the money to pay for the place (and we can show bank statements to prove it) and we are here doing this volunteer project with the government (which we can also prove) so we are clearly people who are, for lack of a better phrase, on top of our shit(Prentiss didnt actually say "on top of our shit" those are my words)". Then, although the landlord was extremely dismissive over the phone, we got a call later that day from our real estate agent saying that the landlord (whoops i guess technically she is a land lady) had consented to meet with us on saturday. After some celebratory yips and dances we went about our business.
Sat morning. 6 AM (i kid you not), I get a call from the real estate agent saying that the land lady's lawyers had just called her and said that the lady did not want to meet with us under any circumstances and that none of us should ever contact her again or there would be legal action taken.... WHHHHATT?
even though it was 6 am I took several moments to wonder what the world was coming to before i went back to sleep. As I slept I had fantasy dreams about taking the crazy woman and her clearly overly zealous lawyers to court for ageist discrimination and winning lots of money. I also dreamt that no one decided to rent the woman's house and that she came back to us begging for mercy because she was in desperate need of the money.
When i woke up reality hit in 3 forms. The first being that with that great of a deal the house would probably go to someone later that day, the second was that im way to busy and too broke to take a crazy person to court and the third is that (although i do not condone swearing on this blog) no one wants a bitch for a landlady anyway.
Heads up blog posts will become more frequent. As in almost everyday.
