Not 1,100 sq. ft. Not an in-unit washer/dryer. Not the proximity to the nearest Publix.
Nope. So far, the thing that has placed one apartment complex ahead of all the rest, in my hunt for a place to live this summer, is a cookie.
Not even joking about this.
All decent apartments are pretty much the same. They’re all around the same price, offer the same ammenities and have the same creepy neighbors. Usually, after a few weeks of apartment hunting, you wind up deciding by throwing a dart at a list of all the apartments that didn’t have rats.
I was getting to that point on Saturday. I had seen 3 different apartments that were all pretty nice, but none of them really stood out any more than the others. After a full day’s search I was ready to bust out the dart board. Then I remembered that one leasing office set themselves apart from the others and really left an impression…on my stomach. And really, that’s the part of my body that makes most of my decisions anyway, so it was a smart move on their part.
Otis Spunkmeyer Buttercrunch Toffee cookies. Baked fresh, daily.
Smart move, leasing lady. Smart. Move.
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