So, I arrived in my new Toronto apartment today. Because I live on the other side of the country, I wasn’t able to visit the place first but, instead, based my decision on the specs and photos. It looked nice enough and, surely, it couldn’t be any worse than the place we stayed last year with the incessant 7 am to 7 pm construction right next door. Could it?
“Cosy” best describes my parking spot in the deep bowels of the building parkade, located roughly in the seventh circle somewhere between the profligates and blasphemers. “You might want to back it in,”I was advised.
This long, useless, space-waster of a corridor greets you as you enter the place.
Here allow me to hang up your jacket, sir. As for you, ma’am, you’ll have to keep yours on as we only have on hanger.
A cactus! Perfect for unwitting dogs…
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