Somebody stabbed my tire in broad daylight
This was my home for a good 6 years and I loved it. Towards the end, I noticed more and more loud type of neighbors moving in with a lot of trafficking. I did my best to get along with them since this was my home, but I knew it was a red flag when considering that they had moved from one building in the complex to mine.
Just upon moving out I noticed that more loud neighbors were moving in, I could hear blaring music through the walls of my above mentioned neighbors, and loud conversations about thongs etc. coming up through the floor below.
I continued to maintain a positive attitude toward my home at Bishop Park, the maintenance service, plow service and exterminator service were always exceptional.
It was beautiful and spacious with the sunlight pouring in on the inside. I still miss it.
I planned to move back once I finished school, and made a recent visit, was shown a suite that I loved and was excited about, by a beautiful kind woman of the staff.
Somebody stabbed my tire in broad daylight in the parking lot. We examined the tire, and it was unquestionable.
Still I wish I could move back there, but who needs to the headache of having to watch their back in their own home.
It bears no reflection upon Bishop Park to me, I still uphold all the wonderful things about the staff and beauty of the complex.
I just hope they would pursue this type of conduct, and keep it as beautiful as it has always been until recent years.
When I called the office on the day my tire was stabbed, a rude harsh woman, not the woman who showed me the suite who was far more classy, was yelling abruptly on the phone with me. Instead of pursuing the incident and keeping the place safe, she told me maybe the place wasn't for me, and wouldn't let me get a word in edgewise. She was the brunette harsh toned woman working in the office.