I knew when the phone rang it was trouble. The voice on the other end was akin to a Magpie on speed. It was the mother of a new tenant. Her voice had a bit of a skreetch with a thick Charlotte, NC accent and an air of anxiety. From the word hello, there was an agenda. Her agenda was to make my life miserable for a day, perhaps more. There is something terribly sad and pathetic when a grown person relies on a helicopter parent into their thirties or sometimes older. The purposes of the initial phone call this morning; to prompt me to immediate action on her child’s behalf. Truth be known, I’d already been in action for days. The underlying agenda of momma; to remove her precious little grown child from the new home she’d just leased. Momma just didn't approve.
Throughout the day, Magpie momma would amp up the pressure. She called no less than five times, she texted, she left messages and worse of all, she pecked away at her daughter until finally daughter called a lawyer to plead her case and get precious little grown child out of the lease. I let her go, after six hours of struggle. The lawyer is a liar, claiming that she’s been in the legal profession for twenty years; funny she received her J.D. in 2008, so her math doesn’t add up. Why did I acquiesce? Simple, I didn’t want to hear any more of it, I couldn’t win with three against one and I have someone else lined up to rent the home. The next tenant, self reliant, poised, capable and her momma isn’t hovering around line a maniacal helicopter on acid.
