KeKe ain’t coming.

I’m the caretaker for my building. Part of the caretaker job is showing open units to the ghetto and the crazy, most of whom don’t show up for their appointments:

Me: “Hello, I’d like to speak to KeKe.
Old Lady: “What? Why? Who?”
Me: “KeKe. We had an appointment for an apartment showing at 1pm. It’s 1:15 now…”
Old Lady: “Oh, THE GIRL! Lemme find her…”
KeKe: “Yea?”
Me: “Hi Keke. This is Dennis from the Whittier Apartment building.”
KeKe: “Okay.”
Me: “…uh, well, we had a showing scheduled today for 1pm. It’s 1:15 now. Do you need directions?”
KeKe: “Oh I couldn’t find it.”

Me: “Okay, well…it’s at 321 West Mexico Street, right by the corner of Somalia Avenue.”
KeKe: “It’s at South Mexico?”
Me: “West.”
KeKe: “456 West Mexico Ave?”
Me: “No, 321 West Mexico Street.”
KeKe: “Oh…where that?”
Me: “By the corner of Mexico and Somalia Avenue… what direction are you coming from?”
KeKe: “South. I also have a UD. Is that a problem?”
Me: “An unlawful detainer?”
KeKe: “Yeah, see, there was this thing, and they said I wouldn’t move out and unfortunately that went in the landlord’s favor…”
Me: “Oh, well that’s likely a problem. Uh, do you meet the income requirements for the building? Your income needs to be three times rent.”
KeKe: “I make about $1,200 a month.”
Me: “Well rent is $650…”
KeKe: “Yeah nevermind.”

The next appointment was a no-show, wouldn’t answer their phone, and their mailbox was full. Sigh.