Tom emailed me last Friday with some apartments I could rent in La Crete, which Lisa had forwarded to him. I read the three possibilities and the first one sounded great. I picked up the phone to call.
He sounded like a really nice man, and the apartment sounds amazing. I really hope I get it. He said there are some others interested, but we should be in touch this week, so I'm crossing my fingers.
We discussed what the apartment came with. It is a fully furnished two bedroom apartment with everything included. Sounds perfect! Then he says, "And it comes with a parking spot with a plug for your car." I hesitated. I don't have an electric car? "A plug in?" I ask. He laughs, "Yes, for your car. It can get to be -40 our here." The phone is quiet for a second as I stand puzzled, "So?" And he replies, "You have to plug in your car so it doesn't freeze." I laughed right out loud, and he laughed, though I believe he was laughing at me, not with me. "I didn't even know people did that, I don't even know where the plug in is on my car!" I said, finally. "Don't worry," he said, in a protective tone. "We'll take care of you."
What the heck have I got myself into?!?