From a Former Resident
From:
-Anonymous-
Date posted:
9/8/2004
Years at this apartment:
2004
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2004
I can't believe I lived here for almost 3 years! It was my very first apartment (after a year of TCU dorm life). In other words, I didn't know any better.
The inside of my place wasn't too bad (considering the cruddy outside). I had a leaky kitchen sink that caused mold once, but I got it all replaced.
Once I went all of January without hot water. I had to heat pots of water on the stove and take a bath like a pioneer.
I might have seen one roach the entire time I lived there. I did have bees get in through my vent on the kitchen range once. Oh, and a stray cat bolted inside as I was leaving one time. It crawled under my bed (gross!). I had to swat it out with a broom.
That reminds me... several times I had to break up cats having sex outside my window in the middle of the night. If you've never heard this noise before, consider yourself lucky.
While I was outside at the broom, I usually yelled at some moron to shut off his bass-blasting Tejano music too.
I kind of got used to the train tracks nearby (except the Tarantula Steam Engine, with that piercing whistle!)
Surprisingly, my car never got broken into! I had a friend who's car got busted into. Not only did they steal his stereo, they stabbed his seats! It was all torn up.
My car was damanged once. I can't tell if it was pierced by a garbage truck (with those forks that lift the dumpsters)... or maybe jabbed with a crowbar. Either way, I had a very ugly hole near my trunk.
After a while, I was jaded by the gunshots. Seriously, you'd just keep watching TV... only moving from the couch to the floor... without missing a beat.
The brochure really does a good job selling all the amenities:
-The security is a joke. Here's the secret to gaining access: just wave and drive by.
-The basketball courts actually had hoops when I lived there, but the courts were in terrible shape. Being taller than all the Mexican residents, I considered myself Park Ridge's top baller.
-The jogging track was hardly ever used. Maybe that's because it was an uneven, gravel trail that went around a sticker-ridden field. I only saw one guy using this track... and he was using it to train his Rottweiler for dog fighting. Seriously, he had free weights tied to this dog's neck with a chain... making the dog drag the weights as it ran.
-The fitness facilities (aka: the lone chin-up bar) were only used by a grey-bearded homeless man. I always thought perhaps he was getting in shape to collect alluminum cans faster.
-The pool was scummy. I don't think I ever put my face under water. I remember a kid dropping his baloney sandwich in the pool as I was trying to relax after work one day. Also, they implemented the "pool pass" when I lived there. This was supposed to stem the tide of -------- (from surrounding neighborhoods) from using the pool illegally. Here's a fun fact: they'd bring bars of soap and take baths in the pool too!
My neighbors weren't too terrible. On one side, I had an old lady (who still lives there to this day). She liked hanging her soiled granny panties out to dry on her porch. Across the sidewalk, I had some alcoholics who'd leave empty bottles on my porch at night. Sharing my common kitchen wall was a charming young couple who was grappling with a domestic abuse problem. My other neighbor got his place broken into. Well, they didn't actually break in. The crooks told the maintenance man that they were locked out. Not only did maintenance let them inside, they also helped move furniture into the crooks' truck! This was in the middle of the day!!!
The office staff was pretty good, though. Kimberly was very nice to structure my renewal leases to my request. The maintenance men (although clueless, see story above) were pretty quick and efficient.
I'd definitely reccommend this place to everyone.
Why, you may ask'
Because having lived in the ghetto, I can now totally appreciate ANYWHERE else I'll ever live.
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