Today was the day of our apartment's sprinkler inspection. Some dude I didn't know and my cool maintenance dude were coming around so dude I didn't know could shine his flashlight on all our recessed sprinkler heads. Including the ones in the closets. Like, where I have my tent. Heh. What could I do? I figured the two dudes would hit my neighbor's place, first. They're the ones with the 36x96x84"tall tent. Open the front door and it's the firs thing you see. On the left is a wall. Straight ahead is the kitchen. On the right is the tent. I figured I could shluff off my pup tent with their cabin.
I happened to catch a glimpse of Sprinkler Dude coming up our stairs. I'll sneeze marbles if he wasn't a Man of the Beard! Nipple length luxury. I'll poop a cat if he wasn't a true ginger! Dabber ran out to see Walter (maintenance dude) and Sprinkler Dude when they were going in another apartment. Sprinkler Dude was probably 9' tall if he wasn't 6'-4" and 300#'s. Work coveralls. Beanie. Dabber took a look at him and went right up. Crazy.
They didn't go to the neighbor's, first. My door was open so they came in. As you walk into my bedroom (for those who don't know) the two orange extension cords I have for my tent are straight ahead. Not so stealthily hidden below a plant. He slid open one closet door, sprinkler. Slid open the other closet door, no sprinkler. Instead, funny looking canvas cube with a 6" diameter, sliver duct wound up on the top. The tent flaps were partially open and the LED was on. Didn't phase him a single bit. He walks out, gives me a casual, "Looks good." and left for the neighbors.
I asked the neighbor what happened. Sprinkler Dude pretty much walked by the cabin with the same attitude. No vent but his two, 600watt LED's were nice and bright and inside fans were blowing. Walter knows. Doesn't care. His ability to keep a secret is valuable in my organization.
I am heck bent on getting another tent and put it somewhere in the open. Damn the man!