What is like to be a neighbor that serves as a board director:
It's after 10:00 at night. Mini me is in pajamas and brushing teeth and we are ready for bed. Property manager gets a call from a neighbor about a water leak that's coming out of the wall at a specific address. She calls me and asked me if I can go look at it and see if what she was told is accurate. Mini me wants to come so we get all bundled up and he grabs his camping lamp and I grab my emergency flashlight and we start walking that way. The faucet to the water hose in front of the home is dripping slowly. I was confused and was looking around and probably being creepy trying to find standing water anywhere around that would qualify as the described "emergency".
The property manager calls this homeowner back to ask him what his address is and it is that home where there are no lights on inside or out so I bang on the door. After more than 10 minutes he comes down and opens the door. I asked him if this was the emergency. He claims that no one has ever answered the phone at the property manager until he calls after 10:00 p.m. . You know that I chewed him out and told him that this is absolutely unacceptable to report any kind of fake emergency in the middle of the night whenever it's very cold outside and drizzling.
I then went on to remind him that he has been a guest in my home and had dinner in my home and he is absolutely to never treat his neighbors like this ever again. Good grief! I guess he's never going to get to enjoy my good Southern home cooking ever again.
Okay. My rant is over. Thanks for reading if you've bothered to go all the way through it. I guess it's time for some more bedtime stories since we're no longer sleepy.