Popa vanquished the morons

So Popa is moving apartments.

So they need to show popa’s old apartment to new yoizels.

So this dude texts me: “This is Yoizel from Shikur Shakran Realty, I would like to show your apartment tomorrow at 10:15, let me know if there are any conflicts.”

Popa sees the text 5 hours later, and also thinks that it is not appropriate to text people who you don’t know and whom you get their phone number from their landlord. And 10:15 is not a good time anyway, so Popa texts back that it isn’t a good time, and that he should call or email and not text.

So he texts back the next morning (and popa sees it the next afternoon): Can you text me your address, because I don’t know who you are, so I can set up a different time.

And popa thinks, you don’t know who I am? You texted ME! So Popa ignores.

So today he comes knocking on the door, and Popa’s husband is home, and Mr. Popa says “who is it”. “It’s Yoizel from Shikkur Shakran, can you give me your phone number so I can call and set up a showing?”

So Mr. Popa says “No, I have no idea who you are, I’m not giving some random dude my cell number.”

And that’s the whole story, and nothing but the story, and the story.