miss dewey decimal and her bolshevik are forced to flee their all-in-white apartment and move into a friend's spare room.
say what?!
it's a long story dear blog readers, but basically my bolshevik lost his cell phone. (then he lost his replacement cell phone, but that's less important) SO, even though we alerted our landlady that the phone was lost (since she is responsible for the bill, and we just pay her for said phone), she somehow believed that we were responsible for paying for the 500 pesos in calls which were made in the two weeks that followed. apparently, telling someone that you lost their phone is not enough information, so she decided instead of calling the phone company and canceling the phone (which is in her name), she would do absolutely nothing.
good plan.
good plan.
this is quite typical behavior for her. it's quite similar to her reaction to the fact that we don't have cable (or even a television in the apartment) even though both are supposed to be included in the price of the rent. or her reaction to the fact that the handle broke off our oven door while i was baking cookies, and then the windowpane of the oven door fell out, leaving us without a working oven for 5 weeks and counting. she is quite good at doing nothing.
but when she came to our apartment screaming about responsibility and how we owed her 3,000 pesos (yes, somehow the price went from 500 pesos to 3,000 pesos all in the course of one argument), we decided that we'd had enough.
so we absconded in the middle of the night, in a "midnight flit" as it were, and are now taking refuge in a spare room. this spare room also doubles as a storage room for various pieces of luggage and random personal belongings. needless to say, adding the bolshevik and myself and all of our own crap has made the spare room quite snug.
but fear not! i believe we may have found a new apartment to move into next week. tune in next time to spare room to see what happens next!
