Rafe.
Right, the storage unit — Marchetti's finally emptying the building and apparently there are three boxes with my name on them still sitting in the basement. I'd rather not make a trip out of it if there's any way you could just have them sent, though I realise that's asking you to organise something, which I know isn't really your area.
Anyway. Let me know what's workable.
I'm not moving boxes. Marchetti owes me three months of back rent; I'll take it out of the deposit. If your name is on them, they're your problem now. I can't be running errands for you while I'm still dealing with the foreman about the leak. Just come get them yourself.
That's fine. I'll come get them myself — I wasn't asking you to run an errand, I was asking whether it was possible, which it apparently isn't. Fine.
I'll sort a time with Marchetti directly and stay out of your way with the foreman. No need to coordinate further on it.
Good. Then we're done. Just make sure you bring your own truck. The elevator's been out of order since Tuesday and the stairs are a nightmare. Don't expect me to be there.
Noted. I wasn't expecting you to be there, Rafe. I'll manage the stairs and the truck and whatever else needs managing, as I generally do.
That's everything, I take it.
Fine. Then don't call. I've got the foreman breathing down my neck about the leak again, and the last thing I need is you showing up with a truck and a list of demands. Go get your boxes.
I don't recall making any demands. Three boxes and a stairwell hardly constitute a campaign, but I'll leave you to the leak. Wasn't planning on calling.
Better not. I've got enough on my plate without managing your grievance list. You stay out of the basement until the foreman clears the debris. That's all I'm saying.
Understood. I'll wait for clearance before I go anywhere near the basement — wouldn't want to complicate the foreman's inventory of grievances, since it seems there's already one on file.
That's all from me too, Rafe.
Fine. Stay out of it. The foreman has enough to deal with without you turning up unannounced. Just get your boxes and go.
That was the plan from the start, Rafe. Boxes, and gone. You'll hear nothing further from me on the matter.
Good. Then the silence is working. Keep it that way.
If that's what you'd call it. I'll manage my end of it either way.
Then do. The leak won't fix itself and I don't have time for your passive-aggressive commentary. Just go.