Tenants Who Think I’m Their Parent
In one of my units there are a trio of younger (22-ish) girls who generally are good tenants.
Recently, on a Sunday, I received a call at 8:30pm saying that they have a “real emergency” and to please call them back ASAP.
The “real emergency” turned out to be that they had locked their keys in their car and on that keyring was the key to the house.
They wanted me to drive 45 minutes round-trip to let them into their house.
Ummmm. NO? They should have called a locksmith to get their keys out of the locked car. Oh, but that would have cost them money whereas if I drive to their unit and let them into the house, they don’t have to pay the $50 to the locksmith.
Whatever. They should be aware of a product called Hide-A-Key. Sorry but I’m not driving 45 minutes round-trip because they didn’t have the forethought to get one like this or this
or this
.
Sorry ladies.
