The Blindness of Strangers…

March 9, 2011

The people who threw us out of our lodgings last week have done us a favour.

It was explained, in strident tones and with a note under the door, reminiscent of a Thomas Hardy novel.. that we were not to their purpose…not the sort of tenant they were used to and that they could do so very much better.

It was announced, very grandly, that since it was night-time and dark, we would be allowed to stay the night. Packing took a matter of minutes… the fridge was given a quick clean over, and off we went, post haste as in a Georgette Heyer romp, to stay with people who like us better.

Suddenly all the possibilities of being footloose and fancy free dawned.
A few days looking at art in the NGV, a lazy visit to the Melbourne Food Fair, a trip to “Kill City”, “Ted’s Cameras” and “Polyester Records” (so hip and cutting edge that the music rocking the shop was full of effing and blinding) and we were ready for a trip to the Alpine Shire around Bright.

At least we had been, up to the kerfuffle, comfortable and well housed, unlike some of the students we have met who are packed like sardines into cramped rooms. I count my blessings and continue to remember how good business practice is based on Goodwill, an asset that cannot be bought.

There is a Feydeau farce running on TV.
It could be a metaphor for the silliness of the past few days…


3 Responses to “The Blindness of Strangers…”

  1. Wow. Just … wow. I'm glad you're taking it well, and hope you enjoy the rest of your holiday!

  2. Cathy Says:

    It all sounds both upsetting and bizarre. Enjoy your time there all the same!

  3. The problem was generated by us, unfortunately, as we were slow with rent.However the punishment was so out of proportion to the crime that I shall be happy to stay in hotels and motels from now on and not get involved with the moods of private landlords.We had a more extreme experience a few years ago when we were considered to be very out of line in another lodging. Our son was contacted with a serious complaint…we were running a noisy extractor fan. If I had been asked to turn it off there would have been no problem. In that case, notes appeared under doors with alarming frequency and we were subjected to kafka-esque tirades on how we should have been paying twice what we were because it was the week of the Melbourne Cup. I was very bewildered that we had been accepted to stay.The blindness in the title is also very much mine. I always know I am in a foreign culture when I read none of the signals.I was really happy in our lodging up to last week and liked the people a lot. However I was so stunned by being lectured sternly that it was a relief to leave.

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