I work at a condo with fairly strict rules. Nothing on balcony allowed except nice furniture, gas BBQ and plants. No satellite dish, etc. It is a classy place and the management does not want degenerates fukking it all up for everyone.
Anyhow, to make a long story short, one of my tenants has a propane BBQ (not allowed) and a satellite dish. I knocked on his door and told him I've gotten complaints about the stuff he has on his balcony. (I made this part up to get my foot in the door). He says "everything up there is classy, you have nothing to worry about." I insist on taking a look, so I let him through.
I take one look, and say "no, no, no, we can't have this. No propane BBQs allowed, and no satellite dishes". He argues with me a while and says "it's no big deal, I am careful with my steaks and only cook them medium rare anyways." (Like the building will burn any slower when that sh*t explodes just because the meat is a little rare). He also says stuff like "come on, you must be a sports fan, give me a break, I like to watch a lot of games." I pretend to sympathize but act like I have to do my job and will get nothing but issues from tenants if they still see my dish up there. I stands firm.
He takes out his wallet (finally, guy acts like he has never been shaken down before) and starts counting 100s in front of me. He says "so what's the fine, between you and me? Does $300 sound alright to you? I don't write cheques, so we can just keep this quiet, right?". I scoop the 3 bills, and tell him I'll be back next week.
I suppose I could have taken his whole wad, but you know what they say about fleecing a sheep vs. killing it. This guy should be good for an easy $4k tax free this year, and will allow me to keep betting the horses without the wife getting all pissy asking where the money went.
As long as this guy thinks he is skirting the rules (what rules?) I'll be coming by for pony and baseball picks.
Thanks a lot, dude.
Anyhow, to make a long story short, one of my tenants has a propane BBQ (not allowed) and a satellite dish. I knocked on his door and told him I've gotten complaints about the stuff he has on his balcony. (I made this part up to get my foot in the door). He says "everything up there is classy, you have nothing to worry about." I insist on taking a look, so I let him through.
I take one look, and say "no, no, no, we can't have this. No propane BBQs allowed, and no satellite dishes". He argues with me a while and says "it's no big deal, I am careful with my steaks and only cook them medium rare anyways." (Like the building will burn any slower when that sh*t explodes just because the meat is a little rare). He also says stuff like "come on, you must be a sports fan, give me a break, I like to watch a lot of games." I pretend to sympathize but act like I have to do my job and will get nothing but issues from tenants if they still see my dish up there. I stands firm.
He takes out his wallet (finally, guy acts like he has never been shaken down before) and starts counting 100s in front of me. He says "so what's the fine, between you and me? Does $300 sound alright to you? I don't write cheques, so we can just keep this quiet, right?". I scoop the 3 bills, and tell him I'll be back next week.
I suppose I could have taken his whole wad, but you know what they say about fleecing a sheep vs. killing it. This guy should be good for an easy $4k tax free this year, and will allow me to keep betting the horses without the wife getting all pissy asking where the money went.
As long as this guy thinks he is skirting the rules (what rules?) I'll be coming by for pony and baseball picks.
Thanks a lot, dude.
