We decided to leave the rented beach house a day early and beat the horrendous weather.
The owner of the house has been in a constant freaked out state that people would ruin his “expensive” stuff (not to be a snob, but it was IKEA and CB2 stuff; if it were Design Within Reach I would understand it), so I took pictures of every stain we saw on his self-assembled finery. I also took pictures of the garbage piled up.
I even emailed him the picture of the joint that gave way on the IKEA futon in the downstairs living area. I tried to explain to him that we didn’t cause it but we discovered it when I, 120 pounds sopping wet, felt it give way as I sat down so immediately got up. First he heard: I put my sopping wet dog on the couch. I told him we don’t have a dog. Then he asked if he could get this straight — that we dragged the couch out into the rain so that it was sopping wet, got warped and gave way. Ok, ok, ok, ok. I am going into an alternate universe.
So, I continued the conversation, mostly intrigued about how far down the rabbit hole we would go. I told him that I took down the outdoor umbrella so it wouldn’t do any damage in the strong winds. I told that the umbrella was also bent a little. Then HE got bent out of shape. We started down the road of the sopping wet dog and I told him that we never opened the umbrella because the outdoor table was rusted over and we, as a rule, don’t eat on rusted surfaces, especially without a doctor present to administer tetanus shots. He couldn’t imagine how this could happen. I have no idea what others did in his house, but we were clean and careful and frankly out doing stuff all the time. I had to climb out of the rabbit hole before I would do irreparable damage to my mental health. My partner listened to my side of the conversation and thought I was insane. Then I told her the other side of the conversation. She wondered if Verizon charges extras for receiving phone calls from Mars.
Throughout the conversation, I had this image of the CSI: Miami team determining who did what damage so the cost could be properly apportioned to the appropriate security deposits. I don’t even like Horatio Caine on my TV set let alone in my head. eeeeeewwwww.
And, we were such considerate renters. Really. Not only did my partner SCRUB the slightly gross kitchen, but we left soap, toilet paper and paper towels for the next renters (no such amenities were afforded us) and I called to ask what I should do to batten down the hatches because of the crazy weather from Tropical Storm Danny. We wiped down the bathrooms, stripped the beds, etc., even though there is a cleaning service (well, um, precisely because we experienced the “quality” of the cleaning service).
It is good to be home with our stuff and our urban wildlife.
