Apartment Hunting in Seattle: Part Two

The ad on Craigslist boasted of a "cute 2 bedroom apartment in the U-District."

In our price range? Yes.
Dogs allowed? Yes.
Close to 520? Yes.
Overrun with college students? Maybe. But let's look anyway.

On Wednesday, Jesse set an appointment for us to view the apartment on Saturday at 1:00 pm. The woman asked us to call first when we were on our way. The same woman who, when we told her it was a boyfriend/girlfriend couple, said in her thick Asian accent, "Oh! That great! Boyfriend girlfriend live there now!"

On Saturday, we decided to get lunch in the U-District. As we wrapped up a delicious lunch at The RAM, Jesse called and got a voicemail. He left a message and we drove over. We drove to the street number before...and after. Where was this place? We backed up. Oh, it must be this "thing that looks like it used to be a tool shed" (quoting the Great Jesse Sharp). THIS is a 2 bedroom apartment? It was built on a hill and surrounded by trees, so I said maybe there were stairs we couldn't see leading to a bigger space than we were looking at.

Jesse called again. Left another message. We waited in front, and at 12:58 pm, an early 20s guy parked and walked into the apartment.

At 1:05, we knocked on the door. We explained to Early 20s that we had an appointment to see the apartment at 1:00 but were apparently being stood up. He said he thought Asian Landlord had already rented it out to someone who saw it earlier in the week, but we could see it if we wanted.

#1: How rude are you, Asian Landlord? I don't want to rent from you anyway if you can't even pick up your phone to tell us not to bother going to the apartment. Now, I didn't expect her to initiate a call to us...but I did expect her to answer her freaking phone when we had already set up this appointment. Yahoo.

#2: You are a massively false advertiser. Your "cute 2 bedroom"? Newsflash: It's a not-so-cute TWO ROOM apartment. Even this low maintenance college couple had only one room that could be used as a bedroom. And there's NO WAY my queen bed was fitting in there. The kitchen? A galley.

Pssh. Shame, shame.

Back to the drawing board. Stay tuned for Apartment Hunting in Seattle: Part Three (otherwise known as Peggy climbs a freaking wall doing hours of research).