Today, as I methodically vacuumed the rugs, I remembered something that happened a few weeks ago. The maintenance people were systematically going from apartment to apartment, changing air filters and checking the smoke detectors. A stern little woman herded the maintenance men around, delegating which apartment each should go to.

Eventually they came to my apartment. Once the little woman had a chance to appraise my place she said, “This isn’t your apartment, is it? Is this your girlfriend’s?” When I insisted that I lived there and asked her to explain, she just snickered. I would love to meet someone who had three video game consoles and a Millennium Falcon in her living room.

Just before she left, she looked at my rugs and exclaimed, “Where did you get these?”

I told her I bought them years ago at Wal-Mart.

She said, “No. I looked at Wal-Mart for rugs like this and they didn’t have them.”

Then she walked out.

4 Comments on "Rug"

  1. Echo says:

    Ha! We exist. Some of us are single. (If you swap Millenium Falcon out for X-Wing and TIE Fighter, then I count anyway :). Though I don’t have one now.)

    Sadly, so the maintenance woman would never have known :).

  2. Some people have a remarkable inflexibility in the way they view the world. Also, some people just don’t listen very well.

    Sounds like she lives in the intersection of both groups.

  3. Kristin says:

    My bet would be that she thought the place was too clean for a guy.

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