Another reason why I don’t like living in a managed townhouse: maintenance men.
Imagine that you’re sound asleep when suddenly, someone comes in to your bedroom!!! You open your eyes and there’s some big, sweaty guy looking at you, and there you are under the covers in your PJs! Augh!
That’s how I woke up today. Apparently, I didn’t hear the maintenance guy yelling out “maintenance!” over the fan in my bedroom (plus the fact that I was asleep). I’m not sure who was more surprised – him or me. I’ll definitely say that I was more scared! They were apparently checking all of the smoke detectors, and there’s one in our bedroom. Bear, our 18 pound fluff ball that attempts to pass for a dog, proved yet again his failure at guarding the house. He didn’t make a peep and apparently did nothing more than attempt to lick the guy to death. Classic.
To his credit, the maintenance guy apologized profusely and nearly fell over himself trying to get out of the bedroom, then proceeded to knock and ask if it was OK to come in. Ha!