Wait, that's exactly what it is.
If you missed any of the drama of the Roommate Saga, you may want to freshen up here. Once upon a time, I lived in a super sketchy place because when I moved to Maine I had no place to call home. So I went on Craigslist, and found this place. The landlord said, "Oh, the house keeper is kind of strange, but he's harmless, I swear."
|Can we just forget I lived here?|
Turns out, not so harmless. So the other day at work, the arresting officer (in civilian clothing) came up to me as I restocked the liquor aisle. "Remember me?" he asked.
My face lit up. "Of course, how are you?"
"Good, and um, sorry to be the bearer of bad news," he said, handing me a piece of paper.
I opened it, and wham-bam, it's a subpoena. I am now to appear in court any time between January 9th-31st.
I'm trying to tell myself it's just research for a future novel, but really, I just want that whole ordeal to be over. I'd be a happy girl if I never had to see him again. So the truth about Craigslist, is that you may want to fully research your place before you move in. This is the second time things have blown up in my face (the first being that incident with bedbugs).
Any of you have any legal issues? Or, better yet, what's your worst (best) roommate story?