Would you Rent to These People?

I have a rental unit that I offer.  It is a two bedroom townhouse with one bath, a full basement and a dining room.  It's a nice place and I am happy with it.  The first people that I rented it to were an eye opening experience.  At least they didn't try to bargain with me by asking what the lowest price I would take for the unit would be.  They also earned a few points for at least wearing shoes when they came to see it, and not bringing 17 people with them. ( I wish I was making those two things up)

I currently have a couple in the unit that are everything that my first adventure into tenants were not.  They don't have three hysterically barking dogs.Three constantly barking, at all hours of the day and night-o look! a squirrel- dogs.  They understand the vagaries of a vacuum cleaner, and they use one. I know- I've heard it.  Finally, they haven't become the third cheek of my behind.  At the risk of sounding snobby, I am not looking for my new best friend.  I am looking for  responsible adults who can budget their money in such a way as to pay me the rent in the first four days of the month.  Someone who won't trash my place, or use it as a meth lab.

Doesn't sound complicated does it?  Silly rabbit, I showed the apartment to thirteen different people before I found the ones that didn't give me the willies or hives.  They seem to be normal, sane people with fiscal responsibility.  Yay!

But before I got off point, I was talking about the people who wanted to see the apartment that I rent.  One woman needed a two bedroom because she was expecting a child.  I have no problem with that, but I did have a problem with the parole officer telling me she couldn't rent it because it was too close to playgrounds.  Say it with me: eeeeewwww

Another couple wanted their out of work son to live in the other bedroom, and have his three children stay with them every weekend.

One lady had three daughters and four grandchildren, all of whom she wanted to stay there.

Another couple had three children and wanted to use the basement as a bedroom.

My favorite person who had no chance of renting from me was the guy who wanted to know if his two girlfriends could also live there. While I admire his sheer chutzpah and salesmanship, he had zero chance.

Please don't think that I am complaining, I love the life that I have almost half the time.  I do wonder about people and the people that raised them.  Were they raised by wolves? A pack of wild dogs? Who knows?  If you've never shown up to rent an apartment with a dozen pals, worn shoes while you did it, and don't have a parole officer who has to determine your proximity to playgrounds you should feel very good about yourself.  You can thank me later.