Yesterday, I forgot my billfold at home and had to come back and get it. As I was parking, I noticed a turquoise and chrome Dodge Ram truck in the spot in front of mine. When I got back to my car, I gave the truck a closer look. You see, my ex-landlady has a truck exactly like it, and though I wasn’t expecting it to be her truck (that’d be silly, right?), it piqued my curiosity. I’ll be damned, though! It was her truck. It used to have a US flag in the back window, but that’s been replaced by a Century 21 ad displaying her photo, name, and phone numbers.
I don’t know if she’s living here (that would be odd, for a real estate agent), is seeing someone who lives here, or if her son lives here. The truck was still here this morning when I walked the dog. It’s in a different spot, though, so it’s been moved. Weird, huh?
I’m not sure how I feel about her living here, assuming she does. We always got along well, until she and her husband split up. Then, she tried to pressure me into paying my rent to her, even though he owned the property. I didn’t appreciate being forced into the middle of their bullshit, so I feel a little bit resentful toward her.


