Lifestyles of the poor and nameless

Ok, before I get into it....I was back in NYC this weekend and I saw a guy on the train with BEADS at the end of his cornrows...like Serena and Venus used to wear back in the day. Yes, I said a GUY was sporting that. Clear and brown beads with the little silver tinfoil tips. WHAT is that all about? Men, I love ya'll....but please don't do it to yourselves! Leave that to Stevie and the late Rick James.

Moving on (no pun intended ;-)) I picked up my key today :-D. The property manager walked me through the place and we did a quick walk-through to make sure everything was in order. When we got to the fridge, he said "you know, when the last tenants left, they turned off the fridge and closed the doors. Since the place was empty, nobody realized it. When I came back here, I opened the fridge and it was horrible. There was mildew in there. So I called a cleaning lady and she came and cleaned up the fridge and the rest of the apartment. Look. She did a good job." *He smiled and showed the inside of the fridge*

On quick inspection, it seemed like all was well. There was no smell coming from the fridge, and the silver parts were silver. It wasn't until later that I saw just how disgusting it really was. I spent about an hour and a half washing the fridge and its parts; I didn't even get to the freezer yet. All I could think as I cleaned was "I can't believe the cleaning lady thought this was clean!" Tomorrow I go back for round 2. Joy.