Ifan

Since you asked...

Frank is the manager of our building. Ifan, we have recently learned, is the super. I dont know who I thought he was, cause he's out front every morning sweeping up leaves or watering flowers or helping Frank fix doors or other such projects. We'd only ever really talked to Frank, so whenever we had a problem with the apartment, we called him.

Well, a few weeks ago, our toilet broke. As in, pipe separated from the wall and all the new clean water sprayed all over the bathroom, instead of filling up the toilet bowl after flushing. Could have been worse, (since things needing to be flushed went down fine) but still, not fun to deal with since it happened on Saturday night at 11pm. So we called Frank, like we always have. Multiple times. No answer. Attempted to fix it ourselves. (Definately some laughter involved when water continued to go everywhere). Called again several times on Sunday morning and finally got him. He said he'd send someone. So a few moments later Ifan showed up and fixed it. Then he finally asked, why didn't we come see him instead of calling Frank, since he's the super? Geoff and I looked at each other in shock. "You mean we're supposed to call you instead of Frank?" We've lived here for a year and no one ever told us this. And the reason we think he hates us is that when we call Frank with our problems, Frank (Ifan's boss) thinks Ifan isn't doing his job and Ifan gets in trouble.

Hence, Ifan thinking we are idiots/hating us. Geoff wondered if we could get him a present. That makes me feel weird (read: insecure/paranoid) a little bit. So, we're going to stick with him hating us. I'm fine with it.