I went to look at a room for rent in a house in South Minneapolis. It’s a block from the Chatterbox, right off the light rail line, in pretty cool neighborhood that I’ve never hung out in much before.
The room was teeny. Like closet-sized. With an even smaller closet. I was planning on getting rid of most of my big stuff, but even the few things I wanted to keep wouldn’t fit in this room. No closet space. Sharing the bathroom with two people. And the house is full. Like, junky full. Knick-knacks everywhere. There would be no room to put anything of mine anywhere.
But the kicker: She has four cats. Four! My nose was itching almost immediately. And when I got back in my car, I could see cat hairs floating around me. She said she doesn’t like to mention it right up front because sometimes it turns people off. Well, no shit! There’s a reason for that.
So that’s a “NO.” Looking at two more places tomorrow.
