Two good applications for one townhouse. Fifteen more people wanting to see it. I felt like I was holding a drawing for something spectacular and everyone wanted it. It was a nice feeling.
But how do you select your next renter? Duck, duck, goose? My mother told me to pick you?
I decided to leave it to Rick. Yes, it was a copout, but hey. And besides, he selected the last renter. We were on different sides back then and I had conceded. I like to concede. In fact, I've just done it again. "Here, Honey. You pick."
Rick poured over both applications. He sighed, he shuffled, he groaned, he spoke. "Well, this applicant is from California. Go with him. Wait, this one needs the place sooner. Go with her. No wait. This... one... well, maybe this... one... no."
Rick's eyes began to cross. "I can't do it. You do it. I'll just support whatever decision you make."
"Nuh uh," I said. "You picked well last time, you can do it again. Besides you didn't bother to go and show the townhouse with me... so you can just study their applications."
It wasn't long before Rick came up with the perfect solution.
"Let's let the dog decide. One paw is number one. Two paws is number two."
Rick called the dog over. She put two paws up on the table. Number two won.
See? It really is easy to select a tenant!
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