Don’t Do Tenant Screening by Instinct Uploaded
[Posted on March 1]
I hope Mom doesn’t read this because she still shudders at the memory and actually won’t even laugh about it now. She lives in a small town and both she and Dad considered themselves to be excellent judges of character. They have a small apartment at the back of their house. It’s a nice big apartment in a very good and central location. The house is built on a small hill and from the front it looks like a bungalow but in the back it looks like a two-storey house. The apartment is on the bottom floor in the back and has a separate entrance. Tenant screening is fairly easy in a small town.
Or at least you would think it was. They had the same tenant for several years and he was a dream tenant. But he got work in another state. They advertised the apartment for rent and discussed tenant screening between themselves. Dad’s notion was that if they had a job, that would be enough. An employment background check would suffice. Of course, as it turned out such a background check should involve more than just asking the potential tenant if she had a job and taking her word for it.
Mom’s instinct was that this lovely young woman would be a great tenant. After all, she came to look at the place with her family. Her mother was with her and her three brothers came in a separate vehicle. Between having a job and a close family, no more tenant screening was needed. The young woman asked if she could start moving her furniture in that night even though she was not yet moving in herself. But her brothers were free to help her move.
Around 9 p.m. the moving started and at midnight it was still going. Mom had a terrible sleep because the family Pomeranian whined all night at the sounds from downstairs. Besides it was only a one-bedroom apartment and how much furniture could the one tenant have? After a terrible night’s sleep Mom was having second thoughts about tenant screening. She looked outside to see two cube vans parked in the back yard. By the time her tea was ready, the doorbell was ringing. It was the police looking for the tenant. When Mom led them to the apartment door, it was apparent that this was not a family but a gang of burglars and the entire apartment was crammed with stolen electronics taken from local stores.