C’mon, 2026
I don’t like 2025. I mostly didn’t.
My apartment complex manager just texted me to ask if I had the rent. I answered with the truth. “I thought I paid early.”
Five minutes later she texted me, “You did. My bad. Sorry.”
Before I got that text, I called my daughter. I PayPal her the rent money and she writes the check. She said, “hmmm…I see you sent me the money but I don’t think I brought you the check. I’ll bring it over.”
So I thought the rent was paid. The manager agrees, but my daughter doesn’t.
I decided to just wait to see if the manager finds out differently because my brain has dropped out of the discussion.
My apartment complex manager just texted me to ask if I had the rent. I answered with the truth. “I thought I paid early.”
Five minutes later she texted me, “You did. My bad. Sorry.”
Before I got that text, I called my daughter. I PayPal her the rent money and she writes the check. She said, “hmmm…I see you sent me the money but I don’t think I brought you the check. I’ll bring it over.”
So I thought the rent was paid. The manager agrees, but my daughter doesn’t.
I decided to just wait to see if the manager finds out differently because my brain has dropped out of the discussion.
