[Post about my thorough physical search by the TSA still to come when I get around to editing the quick thing I wrote in the airport when I didn't have good internet access to post...]
Wednesday, shortly before leaving to fly to NY to visit my family for the long weekend, I went out to check the mail and discovered a memo from my local housing association. It stated that they would be conducting unit inspections today, and that I should call or email to set up an appointment time. It further stated that if nobody would be home to allow them in, we could leave a labeled key at the office to facilitate entry, and that if we didn't do so they would drill out the lock and then we'd need to come during business hours to pick up a new key. It further reminded us that pets had to be secured for the inspectors.
My first thought was something along the lines of "I'm so glad we're coming back Sunday; if we'd, say, left Tuesday and gone for a week we would probably have returned to a drilled-out lock and a citation for loose cats hiding in the closet from the strangers who could have attacked them.
The stated reason for the inspection is "an increasing number of telephone calls from concerned residents regarding community safety related matters and complaints against unit occupants pertaining to same".
I sent them an email informing them I'd be home and available to let someone in any time after noon, and inquiring about more details of the inspection so I could move furniture around preemptively to make things easier for the inspector. I also inquired whether there had been a specific complaint against me, and, if so, what it was, or whether they were inspecting all the units. They informed me they were inspecting all units, and would be by around noon.
Well, they just stopped by. Someone knocked on the door. I opened it partially and he identified himself as being from the office and doing inspections. I allowed him into the front hall.
He asked me if I owned the unit. I responded that I rent. He asked for my name and telephone number, which I provided him (the association has them on record anyway, so, ummm, ok...). He thanked me and left. I'm not sure he even glanced around the living room/dining room/kitchen, and didn't look at the bedrooms or bathrooms at all.
So I'm left wondering what the hell that was all about. Any ideas? Only thing I can think of is that they were looking for illegal immigrants.
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