This is the first time in my life I've lived in a building with a reliable super. When he shows up, he gets shit done. And with a smile. This is new for me. Most of my experiences in NYC housing have been pulling teeth with a cheap and mean/rude/abusive landlord. (One time, I called my former landlord when the electricity went out. His reply? "It's night time, what do you need electricity for? Go to sleep.") But now, I have a great super. He's good with elevator chit-chat and he's fast with a drill. And thus, he deserves to be thanked at end-of-year-holiday-thanking time.
But alas, there's one thing about him that sucks. I have no idea what his name is. Well, I can say it, sort of, I just can't spell it. And without knowing that, it's hard to drop $100 into a personalized card -- it just feels awkward. It's either Dimitri, Demitri, Demetri, Demetrius, or Demitre. Or something like that. And there's no way to find out. This year I thought we'd found our answer when we got a holiday card from him. Finally! It was signed, I swear, "Super and family" -- no names. He's like a spy or something.
How bad is it to get a greeting card with your name completely misspelled? Does the $100 soften the blow? I think I'll just fill out the card, "Roger, happy holidays to you and yours." That way, I'm so far off that it's funny and he'll think I'm being a kooky kook. Good plan, right? Who doesn't love a kooky kook card with cash in it?