Trouble With Hawaiians or How I Learned To Steal a Playstation 2

(I wrote this out as a whole story from the beginning if you've been reading the past two posts you may skip the first three paragraphs.)

Here's a story for the ages. As fall semester was steadily approaching I was told by the nine fingered man that he wanted me in his apartment, this man is a part of the improv comedy troupe I currently belong to, (for those still in Utah Valley we're having a show in two weeks, email me if you wanna come). I told him I was interested and we set up the details, it was to be six of us and things would work out once the house was ready to move into. Suddenly other friends started offering apartment arrangements, I said no to each for I was to be with these fellows. However one day I come to find out that besides me and the nine fingered man the other four found two others and found an apartment somewhere else. Oh thought I, so I headed to nine fingered guy and he said yeah they told me so I got an apartment somewhere else. So I proceed to call each of these friends to see if I can still get in with them, alas they have all gotten full apartments. So I decide it's time for me to go out and search on my own, my criteria for an apartment? Single room, good internet, house apartment, basement a plus, air conditioned, cold. After searching for a couple days I find this amazing apartment with my own private entrance in one of the rooms. Amazing I think and I proceed to take the apartment, I'm informed that my two roommates are going to be Hawaiians. I move in and all seems to be good, for I have found all of my criteria and then some. I look around the apartment and notice that even better, the guys who moved out had left a tv and a Playstation 2. Huzzah, this is looking to be a good apartment.

Fast forward two days, the Hawaiians move in and are they pissed to see me. The lead Hawaiian informs me his name is Jason. Jason was not pleased to see me because they had signed a hold of the room with the management so that his cousin could come in and sign for the room. His cousin he proceeds to tell me, has had some trouble with drugs before and he's trying to help keep him on the straight and narrow. He gets involved with Polynesians easily and doesn't want him falling back in with the wrong crowd. He says if I move out he'll even give me compensation and that everything will work out, his cousin will take the place and I can find another place. I think about the pros and cons of such an arrangement and decide that a BYU football player/rugby player who is huge and Hawaiian that wants to kill me because I stayed in the apartment and his cousin got into drugs would be a bad idea for my mental health so I bow out and say okay, your cousin can take the apartment, it's all good guy, take the place let's just make sure it's square with the management. So we go to the management, his cousin meets us there and we tell them the whole situation. The management says all that needs to happen is for this cousin to sign some stuff and pay the fee and then the management will send my 425 dollar check back to me and everything will be fine, I should expect the check to come back in about 3 weeks. They say they will call me if anything is to go wrong. I say farewell to the good apartment and head on my way. I don't hear from anyone for three weeks.

Flash forward three weeks to this past Thursday. I'm in one of my classes and decide to see how much exactly I have on my bank account. I expect to see somewhere around 200 dollar but I want to know the exact amount. I open up my online account and to my surprise I am at -300 dollars. I am quite surprised and I look to see what has happened and the management company apparently decided that it would be a good idea that instead of sending me back my check, they should cash it. So they cash it, and the bank puts on 100 dollars worth of Overdraft fees. I am quite furious it's only 4:30 and so I call the management, I keep getting the answering machine that says our office hours are from 9 to 5. I call over and over again and finally at 5:15 I leave a message saying please call me first thing in the morning.

Friday I get really sick in the morning and so I can't actually make it out there until 4 in the afternoon, I never recieved a phone call. I get there and ask what the problem is and why they cashed the check, well they check their system and then say, the third guy pulled out and decided not to take the apartment so you are still the owner of the third room......

Oh. I thought you said you would call me if things went wrong, you did not do that. No one has contacted me, I've been living somewhere else awaiting my check back. Sorry we can't give it back unless you find someone to take your contract. No I say, you find me someone to take the contract, because you never called me you should at least be responsible for that. So they post a listing on the BYU website assuring me it will sell. They also tell me if someone does take the apartment I will get my 425 dollars back, I inform them of the overdraft fee and they say they aren't responsible for something like that and refuse to pay it. So I leave very very angry, and I'm out for revenge.

I drive out to the apartment ready to face the Hawaiians and get in their faces and start some trouble. Some of you have seen me angry, but I assure you, I can only think of maybe four times I was angrier then this my entire life. So I arrive at the apartment to find they are not in fact there. One of the Hawaiians moved into my room and they're using the extra room for storage of their snowboards. I look around and see the Playstation 2 from earlier and think to myself, my brother's PS2 just broke. They don't appear to have any games, they just have a movie out by the tv....

I unplug the cords pick up the PS2 and put it in my car. Then I feel slight guilt pangs and knock on the door of the guys upstairs. Matt answers the door, his mother owns the house and they use the management company to rent out the rooms. I explain to him the situation and then tell him about the PS2. He says, "Good for you, if they give us any lip about it I'll tell them it was my PS2 and I gave it to you as compensation because they couldn't give you the common courtesy of one phone call." In fact he goes on to tell me, when they found out about the other guy not taking the room they found some guys who wanted the room and each time they would bring someone down to look at it the Hawaiians would say "No we have a different buddy who's going to take the room so it's not up for sale." They keep saying this over a three week period and no one has shown up yet, they sure do like living just by themselves. So I leave for a bit and come back cause I still want some confrontation with one of them to tell them how awful they are but again they aren't home, but one of them did come by while I was gone and say they saw my car and kept going around the block until I left. Now I have a good PS2 and need to wait to see if someone purchases the apartment.

Don't mess with dishonest Hawaiians.