When you’re not an Airbnb guest
Roy planned to arrive with two suitcases for an eight-week stay in the furnished apartment, but had to wait for his girlfriend to drive him. Roy didn’t have a car. Roy was delighted by the accommodations, commenting that the online photos didn’t do the place justice. Girlfriend Trina seemed pleased too.
Trina stayed overnight. The next day the owner, who lived upstairs, knocked on the interior door of the basement apartment. Roy came to the door without a shirt on, wearing just jockey shorts. He apologized and returned wearing short pants, but still presented himself shirtless.
The owner needed to explain how to clear the lint filter of the dryer. Stepping over the suitcases filled with dirty clothing, the owner demonstrated how to remove a screen and gather up the accumulated lint.
Then, he told Roy that the apartment was rented only to him, not for two people. The owner held up his pointer finger. “But can’t I have visitors?” Yes, but they’re just visitors. “Well, how long can visitors stay over?” One supposes that Roy wasn’t familiar with common sense or Ben Franklin’s adage “fish and visitors smell after three days.” Instead, he wanted an exact rule.
Roy had a braided hair extension that reached his calf muscles. The braids were attached to his dreadlocks. He liked to wrap the braids around his face, which reminded the owner of a Vincent Van Gogh portrait in which the artist’s face is wrapped in a bandage. With his majestic hair, it was no surprise that Roy worked at home. In fact, he described himself as a remote freelancer.
Roy and Trina played the TV in the family room at high volume, and Trina continued to stay overnight. The owner’s wife had to speak to four Airbnb representatives in order to settle this matter.
To an Airbnb representative, Roy insisted that the girlfriend was also his secretary. That’s an old twist. Roy wanted to know if the owner would accept the girlfriend if he agreed to pay more rent. No, the owner and his wife liked the sound of one hand clapping.
Roy and Trina left about a week later after much cooking and frolicking. Near the apartment entrance, they left two bags of trash and beer cartons. Through a translucent garbage bag, one could see a box of Trojans.
Before leaving, Roy texted the owner’s wife that there should be no hard feelings.
What happened to common sense?