Up until this point, I’d been pulling enough cash to rent an apartment all to myself. I work as an educational consultant, which essentially means that I help students apply to college. I work with “unconventional” students, like myself – mostly, students who are deaf, blind, or mute. Because I can relate to them, I work the best with them.
However, about half a year ago I tripped and fell down my apartment building stairs, resulting in a broken arm, a bad concussion, and a few weeks off of work. Finding myself short on cash, I decided that it was time to get a roommate. That way, if something like this happened in the future, I wouldn’t have to worry about not making rent. Besides, it would be nice to have a little extra cash.
I posted an ad on Craigslist – yeah, yeah, I know, Craigslist – using a dictation tool to specify what I was looking for. Someone who was relatively neat and quiet, didn’t mind cats (I have a little black cat named Spooky), and didn’t mind living on the seventh floor.
I had a few responses. Most of them were a bunch of perverts asking for naked pictures. One or two of them were interested in the apartment, but ended up looking elsewhere. For a while, I thought that I was shit out of luck.
Then, one afternoon as I stood in my kitchen making cupcakes (not easy to do with a broken arm, by the way), I received a knock on my door.
The first thing I noticed when I opened the door was that the person standing there had a deep voice. I can tell with a fair amount of precision what a person sounds like by listening to them breathe. This person’s breaths were long and deep, and I could very well imagine the smooth baritone that would accompany it.
“Can I help you?” I asked, wondering what they wanted.
The person reached out and grasped my hand. I was a little bit startled and wary, until they began to sign against my palm.