Renting a Room (2026/01/27)

I was visiting a city on some kind of business, and rented a room in a townhome owned by an old man. I remembered renting this room before for a shorter trip, giving me some confidence that this was an ok place to rent.

The room was a huge mess. It was filled with random clothing and other assorted junk. My luggage had to be kept on top of my bed, with my clothes scattered in random places among his stuff.

At one point, the owner opened the door to my room without warning. He asked what my name was, and which floor I was on. While I was confused by this, I answered with my name and "2nd floor". (At the time, I was unsure about that answer.) He told me he just needed to check something about me.

After dealing with the mess in the room, I tried to organize my stuff and hang up my clothes in his closet. The closet was small, but had clothing racks on all three sides other than the door. There were random articles of childrens clothing that I moved to the two side racks to have the middle rack for myself. There were small pieces of plastic that came off the racks. I couldn't put them back in.