“If you take the door off the hinges, you can fit a bed in here,” a Brooklyn broker told me on a weekend tour of a one-bedroom apartment. I’d gain space because the door wouldn’t have to swing, and the landlord would let me store it in the basement – but I’d still have to crawl over the bed to get anything from the closet.
The bedroom window perfectly framed the jail on Atlantic Avenue and the apartment’s tub looked like it was last used to mix cement. No, there were no plans to reglaze it, the broker told me. “This place will be rented by Monday,” he said. So glib. So right.
