There's an apartment complex I pass every day on the way to and from work. My middle sister lived there for a little while in 1985 and, while they're small and old, at one point I would've considered living there. (The neighborhood's changed, though, and they've had trouble with gangs and burglary and other things you don't want at home.)
Anyway, this complex has a sign by the road, trying to attract tenants. It reads "Heat Included" - but when it's creased a bit by the wind, which happens frequently, it looks like it reads "Meat Included." That used to crack me up until one day I got to thinking - you know, if a leasing agent told me that, upon signing a lease, they'd supply a chest freezer filled with a pig or half a cow, I'd be signing on the dotted line. Meat might not be such a bad incentive! (Of course in this single-digit cold, heat's a good deal too.)
Anyway, this complex has a sign by the road, trying to attract tenants. It reads "Heat Included" - but when it's creased a bit by the wind, which happens frequently, it looks like it reads "Meat Included." That used to crack me up until one day I got to thinking - you know, if a leasing agent told me that, upon signing a lease, they'd supply a chest freezer filled with a pig or half a cow, I'd be signing on the dotted line. Meat might not be such a bad incentive! (Of course in this single-digit cold, heat's a good deal too.)
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