Looking at apartments, I came across this hilariously yuppie description:
“Imagine coming home to a resort setting with everything you need at your fingertips. Your sport utility vehicle fits with ease in your 2 car private garage. As you enter your home, you are welcomed by soaring ceilings and lovely wooded views. Walk-in closets ensures a clutter-free existence and spacious rooms aid easy positioning of your overstuffed furniture. Deluxe appliances and in-suite washer and dryer make your active lifestyle easier to manage.
In the summer, enjoy a refreshing swim in our pool. During cooler months join us in the luxuriously appointed clubhouse to watch the latest movie on our big-screen TV. Open 24-hours a day, our resort style fitness facility boasts equipment that rivals even the best private clubs.”
I wish I could say I was kidding. I am not kidding. I wonder if I have to buy the requisite “overstuffed furniture” to even get a tour of the place?
And really, there is no way The Boy and I could afford these apartments, so I suppose it’s all for naught.
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