Tales from Ainsley's Property Management days

The Maintenance Truck

When we lived in Portland my husband drove my car to California one time when I wasn’t able to make it. He left me with his less than reliable 1988 truck. While he and my car were gone I had to go to a property I was managing in Washington state and wouldn’t be getting home until 10pm or so. Rather than gamble that our truck would get me there and back without incident I asked if I could use one of the company maintenance trucks. I was able to take one of the trucks and it came complete with all of the information that you would expect to see on a work truck. Additionally, the name of a former maintenance tech was prominently etched on the driver’s side door. I got home late that night. The next morning as I walked out to the truck I wondered if the neighbors had jumped to any conclusions overnight…