Poor Mr. Cunningham

Remember my mention of Joan, our building’s maintenance person? Well now she has the live in scared…

Yesterday I received a call from the live in at 8:30am. Now, we talk a lot during the day but he never calls me that early unless 1. He has gotten into a traffic altercation. 2. He “forgot” to tell me we had company coming over that evening. Or 3. He is being stalked by Joan, the maintenance women.

This time it was reason #3.

As the live in was headed out of the building to his car Joan appeared “out of nowhere” according to the live, but come on let’s keep it real. She probably came out of the maintenance closest if you can believe that. Regardless, she appeared and said to my live in, “good morning…it’s Mr. Cunningham, correct?” Stunned and shaken he replied, “yes, yes it is.”

Apparently this exchange of sentences was enough to send the live in into a conspiracy so tangled only a {true} Cunningham could conceive of it. The live in does not understand how this woman knows his name and now believes she is stalking his hot body. To be honest, I don’t know how she would know his name either. We do have our cars registered to the building and maybe she has access to that list so that she can monitor the parking garage? Who knows. I will say that the live in rocks a suit to work everyday and although this can be quite pleasing to the eyes he just doesn’t seem like Joan’s type.

I listened and sympathized with the live in as he described the situation over and over. He is clearly scared. Perhaps I should start escorting him to his car each morning…