Guess who I saw today. Thatís right, my landlord. And guess what heís going to do something about. Thatís right, the mud.
Early this morning (way too early, for either a Monday or a holiday, much less both), the Boss called and begged me to give him permission to talk to the landlord. Iíd been resisting this method of dealing with the problem, mostly because the Boss can sometimes come on a little heavy-handed. (No, really.)
But he promised me that he would be ďgentle.Ē I wasnít sure how to take that, not knowing if he knew the actual meaning of the word, but he told me he would ask him if he knew about the mud and find out if he had a plan to deal with it. That seemed almost safe to me, so I gave him the name and phone number. Then I closed my eyes and pulled the blanket over my head.
The Boss called back a while later. ďHe was nice and I was nice,Ē he said. The landlord has been out of town (which I sort of knew), but now that heís back he wants to get the problem taken care of. He has a vested interest beyond the rent he collects from me on time every month. There is also a pile of mud and debris blocking the gate to his property, and he wants it gone.
Later this afternoon the landlord himself came knocking on my door, carrying guess what. Thatís right, a stack of my mail that had been delivered to his mailbox instead of mine. Thatís a little crazy, because thereís no way my carrier could have known it would be delivered to me. So it must have been a mistake, and lucky for me it was a mistake that could be corrected, because if my mail had gone into anyone elseís mailbox on my road, I donít think I would have it today.
Anyway, he repeated to me the same things he had told the Boss. We exchanged looks of astonishment at how all this had come to pass. He had seen the guy with the truck but assumed he was from the county. I had assumed the guy was working under my landlordís direction. We were both wrong, but (as I told him), even if the guy wasnít from the county, he was doing a job the county should have done. Only, he was doing it badly, and Iíve been suffering for two weeks because of it.