Oh, the pleasures of family dynamics; those complex networks of affection, animosity, and, it seems, rent. What if I told you a small story from the front lines of my own soap opera to start things off?
Imagine this: Dad recently passed away and went to the great beyond, leaving Mom sad and alone. So, of course, I propose that she move in with us, partly out of compassion and partly out of sheer guilt. You know, to socialize with the grandchildren and take in the warmth of family.
Now enter my spouse, who has obviously been attending the “How to Be a Loving Family Man” course. His initial response was a firm no, but after some deft haggling on my part, he reluctantly agreed—but only under one condition. The worst part, get ready: my distraught mother would have to pay the rent.
You did really read correctly. Pay rent. in a home that we currently own and are not renting. Start the crying or laughing. His logic? He replied, grinning in a way that I can only characterize as evil, “Your mother is a leech.” “After she moves in with us, she won’t go.”
His reasoning continued, a train on the loose about to crash down a precipice. She simply doesn’t make sense to utilize anything for free when she will consume our food and electricity. This residence is not a hotel, and she has to know that!
With my blood boiling, I knew something was wrong. The reason for this issue is that I wedded a man who seemed to believe he was the Ritz-Carlton’s management. How daring! Here we are, with equal rights to the house, having both contributed to its acquisition, and he’s enacting capitalist regulations as if we were operating a profit-making Airbnb.
The worst part is that my spouse isn’t a horrible person. Really, no. He and my mother have simply disagreed from the beginning. He told me the truth about how he really felt the night he turned into Mr. Rent Collector. “Ever since I met her, your mother has detested me. She wouldn’t feel at ease living with me right now.
I am therefore torn between my mother, who is in great need of her daughter’s support, and my husband, whom I really love despite his imperfections. I ask you, dear reader, the million-dollar question: What should I do? In true dramatic manner. Shall I rent my mother a room or my husband’s empathy?
Customers are disappointed to find out the only “In-N-Out” in the city is cIosing
East Oakland residents are disappointed to find out the only “In-N-Out” in the city is cIosing. The popular burger joint blames car break-ins and theft. The restaurant on Oakport Steet is in one of the hotspot areas for cr ime, near 98th Avenue and Hegenberger and it’s an area criminals know they can find unsuspecting tourists coming from the airport.
Although In-N-Out said it’s been a profitabIe location for 18 years, they just can’t ask their employees or customers to work and visit an unsafe environment. While customers aren’t shocked to hear the restaurant is shutting down, many said the city didn’t do enough.
You can’t even leave your car right here to go in there, within one minute your stuff is getting smashed, said Duane Tatum, who was born and raised in East Oakland. The parking Iot is filled with glass.
I love this place. I hate to see it go, said Stanley Simmons, who said his daughter worked at the In-N-Out years ago. On Sunday morning, as In-N-Out executives announced the closure, Oakland police said they arre sted someone for removing an ATM from the wall at the Bank of America less than half a mile away.
Just a couple hundred feet away at the Raising Cane’s on Hegenberger, a manager said the restaurant was forced to cIose their indoor dining area and provide employees with a secure fence for parking, all due to break ins.
It seems like another thing is closing in Oakland, another thing is leaving Oakland, and I get it now – people aren’t trying to deal with this, but we’re the ones, East Oaklanders, that really suffer, said Tatum.
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