Apartment hunting in Brooklyn earlier this year was the predictable nightmare.
I saw a place on Fifth Street that looked perfectly acceptable except that it had no closets. Not one.
And a place above a dog day care business where, the rental agent swore, the clientele were let outside to race around the courtyard, barking joyously, for merely an hour each day.
And a place on Thirteenth Street where my daughter and 7-year-old granddaughter joined me at an afternoon open house. I was already thinking nope when I heard my granddaughter’s delighted cry from a rear window: “Oh! Look at all the rats!” A troupe of them were cavorting about the garbage bags piled behind the building. Definitely nope.
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