( 9:08 AM ) teahouse
Caught in the Crosshairs
Last week, on my way out of my apartment building, a strange woman introduced herself to me on the elevator and asked, "Are you a new unit owner?"
I confirmed that I was.
She immediately got excited. "I'd like to stop by your apartment tonight," she said. "A bunch of us are putting together a petition and we'd like you to sign it. The Board is behaving outrageously and we want to call a special meeting TO OVERTHROW THEM!"
She'd started out speaking softly, but as her narrative progressed, her voice got louder and more high-pitched, and she got more and more agitated.
"Uh..." I responded. I didn't have a chance to say anything else, because we reached the ground floor and exited the building.
When I got home I saw that she'd slid a thick petition under my front door, with a note to call her. It also said that she hoped I wouldn't sign any OTHER petitions, just hers.
I didn't call her, but I sent her an email saying thanks, but as a new owner, I wasn't comfortable signing anything just yet.
Now I have to avoid her in the hallways, though..lest she suck me into her vortex again.
I guess I was naive when I thought that escaping my evil landlord and buying a place of my own would be the end of my problems!
There's a constant Civil War going on in this building.
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