I finally got the head Condo Commando on the phone today, about our non-existant dog. [1]
“Oh yea,” he said. “I was about to call you about that.” Uh huh … I thought. No, really. I believe you. “It turns out the Vice President of the Association made a mistake and had the wrong information. So don't worry about it.”
That's it? It was all a mistake? “Uh, okay,” I said, in shock. I got off the phone.
We moved, because of a mistake?
I am without speech …