So how did he finally work out? Was he a keeper?
While helping my SIL move across Dallas, our rental truck broke down in the center lane of 635 during rush hour traffic. Broke as in “seized up and stopped” with no chance to head for the shoulder. This predated cell phones, so we had to send someone to a payphone to call U-Haul. To their credit, they got one of those huge tow trucks there pretty quickly, and the driver was instructed to tow us to the destination apartment. He skillfully slotted the broken truck into a close parking spot, and left us to unload it that evening. All-in-all, it was only a couple of hours delay, and we didn’t have to return the truck (they came and got it the next day).
For non-DFW readers, 635 is an very high-traffic loop around the northern/eastern part of Dallas.
Nope, it is definitely Jerry Springer material. See, he had a girlfriend back home that he never mentioned to me. Several hundred dollars of phone bills later I find out about her. Then, after he said he broke up with her he didnt - I walked into the dorm room that he was visiting to pick him up after class and heard him on the phone to her. He just started calling her from his buddy’s room. Then, he took up with some woman who had a small child after I got peeved with him and decided to take up an offer from an ex that I decided to get back with after that. I started moving my stuff in before Christmas, then we had a small blizzard that snowed me in for just about a week [somewhere I used to have pictures out my window of Lake Ontario frozen out for about half a mile] and next trip back to get more stuff he had moved the bitch in and when I walked into the apartment she was wearing MY clothing. I put a stop to that by ordering her out of my clothing and out of my apartment. HE had apparently told her everything was his. I packed up all my clothing that trip. Her little brat had some little rodent in a cage, and the thing escaped so next thing I know is the cops are pounding on the door downstairs while I am in the shower after we get back, and she called the cops accusing us of stealing the stupid rat. We let the cops in, they poke around the place and see there are no rodents of suspicious origins around and they leave. We finally get a truck - all the rental places were rented out and I have to go mooch one from work again, and we clear out the place of everything that was mine. we left all his crap in heaps on the floor because everything except basic clothing and dorm crap were mine. The jackass had passively aggressively turned the heat up to max, turned on the oven and all the burners and all the lights in the place to run up the electric bill. Since it was in my name, I turn off the electricity. He starts calling and totally fills an answering machine tape with obscenities, and includes several messages about filling up the machine to screw with Dan’s business, so we call the cops. Same cops came over, and we had coffee and a lovely discussion about the crap he was pulling, including listening to the tale. The cops decide Keith obviously had filed a false report when he called the cops on us about the rodent [hamster, gerbil? I never saw the damned thing so I have no clue] and they decide to arrest him for filing a false report and abusive phone calls and interfering with a business. They go and haul him out of class in handcuffs.
Karma can be good. 