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There was a representative from the condo developer (along with a Notary Public) who came by today to answer people’s questions about the buy-back and to accept completed purchase agreements (once they’d been notarized).
I went down there shortly after she was supposed to have arrived, found that she wasn’t there, found that all of the comfortable seats were taken up by three women and the two kids of one of the women, sat down, and waited.
While I waited I checked out one of the women there, an attractive young woman who teaches Civics to 8th graders, from what I heard from the conversation she was having with not at all attractive woman.
Apparently the teacher is planning to rent a room from her mother post-buy-back. This isn’t an option for the ogre she was talking to, who is “living in sin” with her boyfriend, as her mother just discovered, and so has a strained relationship with her parents.
Eventually their conversation dried up, and I sat there watching some mindless show on The Disney Channel, which was on for the benefit – I’m assuming – of the two kids.
On the show that was on, a girl was trying to win a bet with her brother that involved her getting some “punk rock” guy to ask her out. In the course of her attempts to win his affection, though, the girl had come to have real feelings for the “punk rock” guy, and did not know what to do. Meanwhile, her mother, not knowing about the bet, was alarmed by the girl’s sudden change in appearance, as she became a “punk rock” girl to attract the “punk rock” guy’s attention, and about the fact that she was acquiring new friends, such as the “punk rock” guy.
Along the way, we were learning that we can’t always judge people by their appearances (as long as they’re good-looking anyway), as “punk rock” guy, despite looking “scary,” was, in fact, a very nice, level-headed, polite young man.
Sadly, the woman from the condo developer arrived before I could see the conclusion, so I guess I’ll never get to know how it worked out, or if it did work out. What if everything went horribly astray? What if there was no satisfactory conclusion that was heartwarming, entertaining, and educational? What if those loose ends never got tied up?
Meh.
(By the way, I put “punk rock” in quotes, as, 30 years later, I don’t think there are many true punks around. Anyway, I bet the kid listens to Avril Lavigne and thinks that makes him “edgy.” As for his look, he was basically just dressed like your standard emo kid. No safety pin piercings, no visible track marks, and he was far too well-groomed. Overall he was about as scary as Hello Kitty. Sid Vicious would have popped out his eyes and skull-fucked him.)
The chick from the condo developer was, based on her looks, kind of cute, but was pushed over the top to hotness by her kick-ass rack.
Very nice indeed.
Of course, she looked to be one of those chicks who’s thick in a good way now, but one day, in her late 20s or early 30s, if she’s not careful, the dam may very burst and the thickness will just expand and expand.
The Notary was not nearly so cute, though she did say, “Wow, that’s a great picture!” when I gave her my driver’s license to verify my ID.
I was like, okay, thanks, but yeah, it’s really not.
(Note: The Notary and the women from the condo developer were both married. Didn’t get a look at the teacher’s ring finger, but I’m thinking not, though she no doubt at least has a boyfriend. By the way, I would classify her as “dainty.” She was kind of tiny and cute, and had on this really girly skirt [As opposed to a manly skirt?] that was really, really wrinkled, and didn’t really go with the sort of business-style white blouse she was wearing. She did have nice shoes, but the woman from the condo developer had sexier ones and a much better outfit, going the whole “power suit” route.)
In any case, almost before she could introduce herself the cranky old German guy ambushed the woman from the condo developer and kept asking the same questions over and over again, either not understanding her perfectly clear answers, or simply not accepting them.
I saw the teacher rolling her eyes, and eventually she sort of edged the German guy out, as she was there to actually get her papers (they hadn’t been mailed to her, apparently) and needed to be somewhere else.
I had already signed and initialed most everything, so all I really needed to do was get it notarized, get copies made, and hand them over to the woman from the condo developer and her kick-ass rack (and sexy shoes).
Accomplishing that, I came home and began writing this.
I didn’t do too much beyond that today. I went to the comic shop and picked up this week’s comics for Scott and myself, and did some content writing work that Kathleen called me to ask me to do yesterday when I was right in the middle of trying to make dinner.
In any case, the work week is nearly upon me.
We’ll be sans Scott tomorrow and Friday, as he’s in some sort of training this week.
And on that note, I’ll bring this entry to a close.