Sorry, my terror deserves all caps.
The upside to all of this is that I'm finally moving in two weeks. Hurray! I found a wonderful new place in Capitol Hill (not Washington DC, the Seattle neighborhood that's filled with gays and hipsters and awesome food and bars). But that also means other people are checking out my apartment. I missed most of the viewings this weekend since I was in Omaha, but today one couple from out of state called me to ask how it was.
Thanks for giving my phone number out to random strangers, landlord.
Anyway, they were really nice, and I told them the truth about the place. I was in the same situation last year - moving from out of state and unable to find anything - and I wish I would have had someone to ask about the place (the current tenant had already moved out). When they asked if I felt comfortable here, I relayed the story about the time my landlord found out I was an evolutionary biologist and proceeded to debate me for twenty five minutes about how creationism was correct.
She paused. She said it wasn't surprising, since he had made some anti-Catholic remarks at the end of their phone call, and that her husband was Catholic. And he had also asked them if they were church goers - they weren't (like many Catholics?).
I shouldn't be surprised that he was dumb enough to say anti-Catholic stuff on the phone, since he's had no problem ranting to me about creationism or how horrible unions are. But the latter makes me wonder. Is it because of me? Is my landlord running around fretting that he has a Dirty Atheist living in his basement? It's obvious if you look at my bookshelf or glance at my mail that arrives in our shared mailbox - lots of letters from the Secular Student Alliance, Secular Coalition for America, and Planned Parenthood.
I better not see a fee for exorcisms or blessings come out of my security deposit.