Okay, now I’m curious too—Detroit: frozen hell filled with rusted cars, or a city that needs to get over feeling sorry for itself and get shit done?
While I have my reservations about OCP’s use of heavily armed enforcement droids in the more crime ridden neighborhoods, I do support the Chairman’s plans to demolish Old Detroit and redevelop it as Delta City.
I don’t care if you’re someone who bluntly says you think pills are for weak people or you’re one of those people who hedges around it with “Well, I mean, I think for SOME people they can be helpful but they can’t replace X” (where X is diet,…
DEAR ABBY: I recently found out that after 13 years of marriage, my son and daughter-in-law are expecting a child; (Shipping and handling are included in the price.)
Wow. What a fucking nightmare. I can’t imagine being so wildly self-involved that you not only have the temerity to invite yourself into the delivery room, but to also assume you’re going to move in, and direct the rearing of your grandchild.
The rental company that jerked me around has now told me I am too difficult for insisting that I am only available in the morning to look at apartments, and that I’m probably not the kind of person they’d want to rent to.
No one knew who I was there to meet. There was a lot of, “We don’t have any appointments today!” and some “Oh, I’m not sure we even have units there!” and the always classic, “No one by that name even works here!”
Finally, Pete showed up, more than 10 minutes late. He escorted me to the very BOWELS of the building, and showed me a damp, mold-stinking unit, and quoted the rent as $700 plus hydro.