Throughout the entire heritage of Perplexing Times, we’ve never, ever, ever run a slam article about anyone ever, under any circumstances. It’s not that we don’t experience frustrations in life, we do, it’s more a matter of principal. Unless your business infringes directly on our ability to do what we do, we ain’t going to say boo about it… today we have to say boo, because it just got personal.
From around my birth until two years ago me and the parents lived in a rundown and lackluster apartment in an attempt to save money. It was horrific really, carpets stained through and through from the second we moved in, mold forever growing up the walls, and a landlady that was documented to have stolen two months of rent from us (with immediately following eviction notices three conspicuously long months later in both cases.)
The parents paid those rents to keep the roof over our heads, but when Connie Sabo (the onsite manager of Lynnwood Country Club Apartments) told Daddy-O that miss Mama Lady should have her tubes tied -- after admitting she had been drinking -- Daddy-O called her boss to make things right.
Needless to say, things were never made right, and even if Connie was canned it wouldn't have been the same thing as an apology. They already got the issue of the allegedly absent rents resolved.
We finally left because the neighbor lady was being beaten nearly to death and we were threatened with eviction (by Connie) if we called the police. Beyond that, the rampant, unchecked mold had grown so bad that Patrick and Dominic had each been hospitalized at least twice a piece, in addition to my own single hospitalization. This place had degraded from affordable shanty to life-threatening tenement right before our wee, bitty eyes.
I’m just a kid, so when I say things happened a long time ago, you should take me super seriously. A million years later (almost two years after we left that shanty shack) the parents have been sent to collections. Even though their lease should have been satisfied, they are on the hook for a month of rent. Even though the keys were returned, they are on the hook for an unreturned key fee, even though the place was left cleaner than it was found, they’re on the hook for a cleaning fee (even though a non-refundable cleaning fee was included in the lease) and apart from all that there’s a late fee charged on the missing rent and a receipt for the professional cleaning of the blinds… oh, and one that exceeds the cost of replacing all the blinds in total.
We’ve been frustrated by our experiences with the two-faced front office of the Seattle Mariners, that silly little girl who runs the Everett Events Center and been unimpressed by a single roadside attraction in the redwoods, but we never said anything negative about them, unless you count a plea to convince them otherwise, but Connie Sabo, her boss Jeanette Maxfield and the uber boss John Downing have all worked together to rob us blind.
Angie at Rent-Collect learned of our meager college fund and suggested we liquidate it to satisfy the collection that Westlake Associates has put upon us. They never sent us anything about this, even though Angie never even suggested they didn’t have our address (only that they had no obligation to use it).
Please help us maintain our college fund and our rightful place as upstanding citizens in the world. Do no business with the conspicuously unwilling to answer a phone call John Downing, the self-admittedly drunken Connie Sabo, the double-talking Jeanette Maxfield, or the curiously unresponsive (business of undeterminable ownership, purpose and location) Westlake Associates. These people have directly requested we give our entire college fund to satisfy a debt that we are certain never existed in the first place.
*Oh, and when we say "scammer," we're not kidding. This "Angie" lady, who has no last name, insists that 100% of her advice and activities are legal, though they are absolutely not. Come on Angie, we may be kids and toddlers, but we're not so mentally deficient to see through your half-baked lies... come on lady!
