My Landlord Doesn’t Remember Meeting Me
March 13, 2008 by Greg
I’ve had a myriad of issues with my landlord here in New Orleans, but the funniest so far is that she doesn’t remember meeting me. We had several interactions on the phone and over email while negotiating this temporary residence. When I arrived in town, she met me at the house and offered me the obligatory, “It’s so nice to finally meet you,” and formal introductions followed.
Three weeks later, as I’m walking out of the house she is working on the neighboring house. She asks if I’m Greg. I affirm this statement with one eyebrow raised. She reintroduces herself and offers me the same, “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
One day later, she sees my girlfriend and I and repeats the conversation again. It all makes me wonder, who does she think she gave the keys to?
She is unquestionably on something.
New Orleans was just weird like that. Doesn’t surprise me.
Well if you are wearing one of your many disguises like a fake moustache or perhaps a pink wig, then I could see why she keeps getting thrown off. But next time introduce yourself with a different name. Believe me it’s better and more entertaining for everyone involved. Ronaldo is always a good pseudo-name.