Condo Guy Strikes Again
I’m back to tell you about some more condo living tales from the guy who lives in my condo that continues to do things wrong.
It’s been awhile since I last talked about the guy who wears a t-shirt with a country name adorned on it. If you forgot about him, you can go back to “The Rules They Don’t Follow” , and find the section marked - Other Problems during the Asphalt Resealing, third and fourth paragraph.
Painting The First Floor Floors
Some time ago, the condo association decided to paint the floors on the first floor. Don’t ask me why they didn’t bother doing the other floors. My third floor needs it desperately. The stairs on one side of the building are awful with black marks all over the tan treads. They placed announcements on each of the condo doors. There are forty units in each building with a total of four buildings. They also placed the announcements on the first floor wall, so anyone going into the building would see them. Not everyone uses the elevators. And it was also on the bulletin board at the mailbox kiosk. And on the bulletin board at the clubhouse and pool.
The announcement stated that those living on the first floor would have to enter and exit their condos via their screened patio. The screened patios are accessed by going to the back of each condo. It would take all day to accomplish the painting.
They were going to paint one side of the building the first day and let it dry. The second day, they would do the other side (see graphic in the beginning). This way, if you needed to use the elevators, you could still access it. The two elevators are located in the middle of the building.
So, they did the right side of the building first. That is the side if you are looking at the front of the building from the street. That is the side that this guy lives at. It would take all day and night to dry. I saw many individuals go around the building to their screened patios to access their condos.
There were two chairs and yellow tape between the chairs to block anyone from accessing the wet floor. During the day, several people tried to access it, and they were told via the painter to go to the other side. Those are the people who didn’t live here. Those people approaching him that lived here, were told to access through their patios.
Come night, the chairs and tape remained. There might have been a sign too, I’m not sure.
Did the guy go around to his patio?
As usual, he didn’t think the rules applied to him. He hopped right over the tape and chairs. He walked on wet paint. I looked the next day to see if I could see any footprints but I couldn’t tell. It’s kind of dark in that area until you get outside. I hope he checked his shoes. Since his family rents, I would hate to be their landlord and find out he tracked paint in.
A few years ago, we were hit hard by a huge hurricane. In fact, this hurricane was being touted as the mother of all hurricanes. It was a category 5, the worse kind. It was headed directly toward us. At the last second, it turned and moved north up the coast. We lost power. Usually, the power is restored within a short period of time. I think the longest I have ever lost power was three days. I was living in a different location when that happened. But here, we rarely have ever lost power.
What did the guy do? As usual, he wasn’t thinking. He started a generator. As everyone knows, those can be killers. If you don’t put it outside, they will kill you with carbon monoxide. That is the silent killer. You can’t smell it. I knew it was him as soon as I heard it.
Our forty units are nestled close together. That is a disaster waiting to happen with that going. About fifteen minutes later, it was shutdown. I’m sure someone heard it and told him that you can’t do that with everyone living so close. You use one of those if you live in a house.
Hopefully, that is the end to his mischief but somehow I don’t think so. He doesn’t have a very good track record.
Until next time, happy reading.