Discovered that those random footsteps may not be from that of a ghost but instead someone trespassing in our building. And this someone isn't just someone but instead is the Corner Godfather. While Snickers was out with the pups he saw three figures appear from the first floor door late at night. Awhile back the door lock had been picked by some firemen after someone reported that a stray kitten was stuck inside. The door was then locked with a simple chain lock but no one really questioned who took the key. We just assumed the owner of the first floor got it. Turns out the Corner Godfather has is and he used it to open it and venture upstairs with not only a friend but also his son, The Kid Next Door.
Snickers was ticked so of course he confronted them. They claimed they had gone upstairs to get a bowling ball and sure enough they had a bowling ball with them but it's not their building to venture into. It's not exactly ours either but our business is in this building and we also live here. Upon signing the contract for this floor, we had made extra agreements and one of them was that we'd get a break in the rent because we'd basically have the other floors to tend to, like in the case of the occasional flooding and random homeless person that breaks in. And we have been dealing with such incidents plus more but to know that the Corner Godfather guy is so freely coming in, wow. Makes me wonder how many other times he has come in and with whom and why exactly he'd come in.
The two of them, Snickers and the Corner Godfather, argued about it and Snickers pretty much told him that if there's a problem with him not staying out of this building then he's going to give him a real problem to worry about. He didn't elaborate but I knew what he meant. You see, a little while back the Cheonan city government made it mandatory for street vendors to register their street side shops and rent/buy a shop container from them. No more popping a street shop up wherever or using whatever makeshift store, now there are rules and regulations to follow not to mention every shop is now exactly the same size, shape and make, because the government has made special metal canisters. Well, everyone except some random street sellers who have ignored the law and continued on illegally. The Corner Godfather is one of those people and one phone call to the city government from a complaining neighbouring business owner whose property he is on would close his shop faster than he'd know what hit him. I urged Snickers to not pursue this route.
The Corner Godfather isn't called the Godfather for no reason. He is well connected, I'm sure of it. He's been here longer than even some of the buildings. He's got his share of loyal "followers" who are also neighbouring shop owners who have been here for years, and who knows of the dirty business his hands are already in. If it were a personal thing and if I didn't have my own business, hell ya I'd call him out on it because this is surely not the first time he's done us wrong and I suspect it's not going to be the last. But everything is different now -- my business and protecting it is of top priority. Consequently, I'm forced to suck it up and let things slide that normally I most definitely wouldn't. My suggestion to Snickers about how to deal with the lock situation was to simply put a different lock on the door. It's simple, it's cheap, it'd work to remind him to stay out and if he asks why the extra lock, just tell him because why not, and leave it at that.
I don't know what I am more uncomfortable with, thinking my problem is a ghost or that of a middle aged man who basically controls the neighborhood. Those strange sounds and footsteps I heard the other week could have been that of him and that freaks me out because I think he thought I wasn't home. So yes, I do know what is worst. I can deal with a ghost occupying our building despite how it freaks me out. But the thought of a middle aged man coming in and out of our building and doing whatever, that freaks me out and makes me super angry.
Our building is completely abandoned and besides a homeless person who'd want to seek refuge from the cold weather, I don't understand why you'd come in here. Our floor is accessible from the one stairwell -- the same stairwell where I clearly heard footsteps and the sound of someone jumping just the other week. I told Snickers that if I ever suspect he's in our building when I'm home alone, I'm going to milk the whole "self defense" and "trespassing" notion and beat him. Either that our I'll send Pac to attack. Pacquiao may be all bark and no bite for the most part but you sneak up behind me or raise your voice towards me and he instantly turns into NO bark and ALL bark -- I've seen it happen on a few ocassions now. He's clearly my body guard. "Perhaps a hard lesson will do him good", I told Snickers, "just let him try again. I'll be here waiting."
The Corner Godfather isn't called the Godfather for no reason. He is well connected, I'm sure of it. He's been here longer than even some of the buildings. He's got his share of loyal "followers" who are also neighbouring shop owners who have been here for years, and who knows of the dirty business his hands are already in. If it were a personal thing and if I didn't have my own business, hell ya I'd call him out on it because this is surely not the first time he's done us wrong and I suspect it's not going to be the last. But everything is different now -- my business and protecting it is of top priority. Consequently, I'm forced to suck it up and let things slide that normally I most definitely wouldn't. My suggestion to Snickers about how to deal with the lock situation was to simply put a different lock on the door. It's simple, it's cheap, it'd work to remind him to stay out and if he asks why the extra lock, just tell him because why not, and leave it at that.
I don't know what I am more uncomfortable with, thinking my problem is a ghost or that of a middle aged man who basically controls the neighborhood. Those strange sounds and footsteps I heard the other week could have been that of him and that freaks me out because I think he thought I wasn't home. So yes, I do know what is worst. I can deal with a ghost occupying our building despite how it freaks me out. But the thought of a middle aged man coming in and out of our building and doing whatever, that freaks me out and makes me super angry.
Our building is completely abandoned and besides a homeless person who'd want to seek refuge from the cold weather, I don't understand why you'd come in here. Our floor is accessible from the one stairwell -- the same stairwell where I clearly heard footsteps and the sound of someone jumping just the other week. I told Snickers that if I ever suspect he's in our building when I'm home alone, I'm going to milk the whole "self defense" and "trespassing" notion and beat him. Either that our I'll send Pac to attack. Pacquiao may be all bark and no bite for the most part but you sneak up behind me or raise your voice towards me and he instantly turns into NO bark and ALL bark -- I've seen it happen on a few ocassions now. He's clearly my body guard. "Perhaps a hard lesson will do him good", I told Snickers, "just let him try again. I'll be here waiting."
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