My brief and unfortunate acquatainceship with her took place around five years back when she came to rent an apartment from me in a building I owned in Verdun.
I furnished those units from top to bottom: futon, table, cable TV, heat, stove, fridge and even wireless internet.
I spent considerable time and effort dolling up this particular apartment with a $90 table from Ikea and slick Mabe fridge from a warehouse sale on Dickson.
This woman showed up asking for an apartment standing next to a sad-looking young boy of 12 or 13.
She said she worked at the Douglas Hospital and showed me some sort of work pass. She said she needed an apartment fast because her old apartment was hit by fire and she needed something right away because she worked a lot and had nowhere else to go with her son.
I took pity on her and told her that under the emergency circumstances I'd put her up for a day or two while I evaluated her application. She gave me a few bucks, like $40 or so, and I gave her a receipt.
I learned the next morning that the boy was not part of the plan at all. I don't even think he was even her son.
Nor did she work at the Douglas Hospital. That very night she was seen offering services to other tenants in exchange for cash or other stuff, as several other tenants complained.
I still have no idea how she recruited that boy for her elaborate ruse, but she certainly knew how to snow a landlord.
So I told her in the morning that she could not stay in the unit because she had misrepresented herself on her application. Lying on an apartment application is legal grounds for terminating a lease.
But she considered the scrap of paper I had given her to be equivalent of a lease and called the police, and they came and sided with her, told me I had no choice but to acecpt her as a tenant and eventually take her to the rental board and so forth.
However that scrap of paper said nothing of any obligations to furnish the apartment so I went in with a dolly and pulled every last bit of everything I owned out of the unit.
About five of Verdun's finest stormed into my office and told me to put the items back in.
I refused. The commander of the Verdun police station said that he would arrest me for mischief if I failed to comply with his order.
I put my hands out and told him, "Go ahead and arrest me then."
He did not.
Another female cop later asked me nicely to at least put the fridge back in, so I complied but the woman had no other furniture. After about another day I offered her $150 to sign another paper renouncing all her rights to stay there.
She signed and took off.
P.S. I later rented that unit to a taxi driver named Michel Pare, (glasses, moustache, late 50s, disabled in one hand). He ended up owing me over $2,000 in rent, if anybody can help me find him and recover that cash, I'd greatly appreciate it.