Dave, my property manager called me this evening. He hadn’t
gotten my voicemail message saying that the police were at the building and
ready to kick in the door of one of my tenants after a car chase.
I quickly filled Dave in on the police situation and told
him that the police said they’d call him if they actually had to kick in one of
the doors in the building. So far Dave hadn’t gotten any calls. That’s a good
thing.
Fast forward about an hour. Dave calls back. He says “Dude,
I’m going to send you a new contract. I mean, we didn’t plan on this. You have
about 10 cop cars parked outside your building.”
Cop voice behind Dave: “And a paddywagon!”
Dave: “And a paddywagon. They’re arresting at least one of
your tenants. Maybe more than one.”
Cop: “He may not have any tenants left after this!”
Dave: “Yeah, you may not have any tenants left after this.”
Me: “Well, they’re not on leases anyway, so I don’t
care.” Hahah. My lame attempt at humor.
But it’s entirely possible that I won’t have any tenants after this.
Dave: “I’ll be back tomorrow to talk to your criminals.”
The cops wouldn’t let Dave into the building, so I guess
we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see what damage has been done and how many
tenants I have left. Oh, the joys of being a slumlord property owner.
Here’s a blurry picture taken by Dave.
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