Soo... Today I get a call from a landlord for whom I look after her strip mall. Old lady, super nice. Says she has a new tenant that took over the store downstairs (a hemp shop) and has no heat. No problem. I head over - looks like the same store, the signage hasn't changed or anything. Cool, I grab my tools and go downstairs to look at their thermostat. Door's locked - strange, but there's a doorbell, so, whatever, I push the button. A nice Asian lady answers the door. Wearing a corset. And a thong. And high heals. Here's how my awkward conversation went:
Her: Welcome! Would you like to come in for massage?
Me: What? Um, no
uh, Theo called me, said you had no heat?
Her: Pardon? I don't know. This massage place. You come in?
Me: No, no, no. I'm hear to fix your heat. Too cold in here? Is the manager around?
Her: Oh ok. My boss not here.
Me: Alright. I'm just going to go up on the roof to look at your unit, ok?
Her: OK. So you not come in for massage?
Me: NO! Uh, no, that's ok, I'll just head up to fix your unit
Sometimes I hate my job. Today
today was not one of those days. [emoji3]