Okay, job's over, Boston done, back to New York, Lower East Side, hustle, hustle, boil and bubble. Despite my anxieties about being back, I have to say I'm relieved. I was excited to see downtown. I'll take the stink of rotting Chinese gangster bodies and fresh tattoo ink over the River Charles or Eastern freaking Standard any day. Went for a walk on a bone-bruised foot around the old neighborhood and actually enjoyed it.
Now I'm back in my tiny Orchard Street apartment to discover the woman who was subletting said apartment stole two, possibly three, of my pillows. Now that's a new one! A phone call to Pittsburgh confirmed my worst fears. My pillows are in Pittsburgh.
It was "totally an accident," and the pillows will be returned via post tomorrow. Still - you gotta give it up to an otherwise responsible sublessor who accidentally packs your pillows into a box and ships them to Western Pennsylvania. The really impressive part was when she got upset with me for "sounding kind of annoyed" on the phone. "Are you annoyed? I mean, I didn't do it on purpose!"
You know what? Fair enough. After all there was nothing in our renter's agreement about coming back to a complete pillow set after two months on the road. I probably should have just let it go.
1 comment:
I'd throw the pillows out. What if you get lice? What if she peed on them? Good for you for getting them back though...just incase it wasn't an accident. But I would just throw them out for good measure.
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