The Very Talented Hollywood
I don't claim to be good at everything. I'm good at a lot of things. Making homemade Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, pulling off the bed-head look, memorizing camp songs, but admittedly, apartment management isn't my forte. Unfortunately, I'm an apartment manager. This morning I had the following cell phone conversation with one of my tenants:
"Hi, Abby. Sorry to call so early on a Saturday morning. We had a break in last night and we know at least one car was stolen. I'm calling because your parking space is empty. Is your car supposed to be here?"
"What? Are you kidding? Yes it's supposed to be there!"
"Abby, I think your car may have been stolen. I'm so sorry."
"I can't believe it. They stole my car!? Holy (insert small fluffy animal). You're sure it's gone?"
"Positive. I'm standing right here at parking spacer #24 and it's empty. Could you come down and help the police fill out a report?"
"Holy [puppies]. I'm coming right now. I just have to - wait... you said spot 24? That's not my spot. I park in 11."
"... ... ... My bad. Your car is here. I was looking at the wrong column on my spreadsheet. Ha ha. Twenty four is your storage locker number. Wow. Sorry to bother you. Really sorry. I hope you can fall back asleep. Again, I'm SO sorry."
Tenant is still gasping in shock when I snap my phone shut and smack my forehead.
But I make a darn fine peanut butter cup. Darn fine.
"Hi, Abby. Sorry to call so early on a Saturday morning. We had a break in last night and we know at least one car was stolen. I'm calling because your parking space is empty. Is your car supposed to be here?"
"What? Are you kidding? Yes it's supposed to be there!"
"Abby, I think your car may have been stolen. I'm so sorry."
"I can't believe it. They stole my car!? Holy (insert small fluffy animal). You're sure it's gone?"
"Positive. I'm standing right here at parking spacer #24 and it's empty. Could you come down and help the police fill out a report?"
"Holy [puppies]. I'm coming right now. I just have to - wait... you said spot 24? That's not my spot. I park in 11."
"... ... ... My bad. Your car is here. I was looking at the wrong column on my spreadsheet. Ha ha. Twenty four is your storage locker number. Wow. Sorry to bother you. Really sorry. I hope you can fall back asleep. Again, I'm SO sorry."
Tenant is still gasping in shock when I snap my phone shut and smack my forehead.
But I make a darn fine peanut butter cup. Darn fine.
Comments
I bet everyone at your building loves their quirky apt. manager. You're probably great material for at least a few dinner party stories!
Total damage: one stolen car, two cars with windows busted out and lots of junk stolen. Most importantly, a wedding ring. Ouch.
Have you already?
Please!!
And I'm really good at bragging.
Julie - the peanut butter cup recipe is impossible to get wrong because all the ingredients are delicious. Here's how I make mine:
Melt chocolate chips in the microwave (30 second bursts, stirring in between).
Using muffin cups or those great silicone tiny muffin trays, pour a tiny amount of chocolate in the bottom and push around with your a spoon until it barely coats the bottom and a little bit up the sides of the cup. Put the cups in the fridge for about 15 minutes to harden.
In a bowl, mix together 1/2 cup of graham cracker crumbs, 1/2 cup of peanut butter and then add powdered sugar until the mixture isn't sticky. You'll know when you reach the right consistency because the mix will ball up and not stick to your fingers. Press a bit of the mixture into each of the cooled cups and flatten.
To finish, pour a bit of melted chocolate on top of each cup and spread around again so that the peanut butter layer is covered. Stick in the fridge for at least an hour until the peanut butter layer firms up.
SOOO good. This is Spike's favorite dessert on the earth. But the guy pretty much lives off only only peanut butter anyway so it was a no brainer for us. You guys should definitely try it!
OK, and telling someone her car was stolen? That'll get her heart rate going. Whoops! It is totally funny though.
So we drive in and another car behind us also drives in without codes. SO much for the gate! I mean I'm glad we got in, but we wondered if they did this all the time? Was out little old lady safe in there or is it an illusion?
and HAHAHAH great story, sorry, but yeah HAHAHAH!
And Sven has left me for my daughter. Apparently she has the arms of a natural swimmer but whatever. I think he just likes the tea parties.
I can say this because I've had my car stolen.
How was it that a wedding ring was stolen?
They are tasty still!
Holy [puppies]! I'm coming right now.
I do have questions for you as well, though.
How many does this recipe make for you? I got 20 out of it. And do you do an entire bag of chocolate chips? That's what I did, melted 1/2 of it for the first part, and 1/2 for the second. I did have a bit of PB left over, though.
Does that sound about right to you?
Also, my family thanks you. They are pretty darn good.