Right. Like maybe they are selling the place and they don’t want you to know? :dubious: Start looking around, NOW!
“Hinky” is an adjective. “Something seemed hinky about the setup, so I didn’t buy the possibly-stolen car.”
I don’t know where I learned it, but I cut it out of my vocabulary a few years ago because every time I used it, someone would make fun of me.
I came in the post that “hinky” was originally police jargon and wiki confirms it. I first heard it from a cop. Police officers got more bullshit in a day than normal people do in a year, and they develope a sixth sense about what just doesn’t make any sense, even when they can’t give you a reason for it.
In my real estate experience, the appraiser does not give a rat’s ass who is living in the house. My hinky sense is sounding like 76 trombones.
Naw. Could never happen.
A few years back, I heard a ruckus on the stairs leading up to my apartment. I had barely acknowledged the ruckus when a loud knocking came. Before I had time to process the fact that someone was at my door, I heard a key turning the lock, and suddenly there was the super, two men, and a child in my apartment.
And there I was, completely off guard and buck naked.
Apparently one of the adult men wanted to see my apartment. Sure, come on in, assholes.
After a few weeks of trying to put things together, I called my landlady to ask if she was selling the building. Nope, she said, she didn’t know a thing about that. My tenancy would not change. A month or so later, I got a call from the new owner. He was raising my rent by 150%. And construction on adjacent units was beginning the next day. LOUD construction. A week later, I got an eviction notice.
As blind luck would have it, I found a new place in the eleventh hour. That was the same day I finally found a job.
Did you have a lease at the time of the sale?
My impression had been that that sales of rental properties required that the new owner honor the terms of any existing leases at the time of the sale. (At least that’s how it worked when the building I’m in was sold about four months after I first moved in.)
It was a tenancy-at-will. The jerk was perfectly within his rights.
And so was the super, apparently. He had to give 24 hours notice before entering my place, unless he was showing it to a prospective buyer. But he could have at least waited for me to open the door before barging in.