Those of you who know me well, also know that me and the girls lived with the Landlord from Hell a few years ago. We learned the lesson that you should never, ever live in the same house as your landlord no matter how new-gorgeous-and-amazing the apartment may be.
He made our life a living hell for stupid reasons.
One being the constant fight over the front light. We liked the light on at night for several reasons including such things as we're young girls walking home in the city, fumbling for keys in the dark is never fun and when people are coming over it's nice for them to be able to see the number on the door.
We even tried to be rational and ask permission for nights we wanted the lights on and even asked if we could keep them on from the hours of 6:00-9:00pm, promising we'd shut them off.
He wouldn't let this fly and one night it escalated into a fairly large screaming match between he and a few of the girls.
These are memories that we like to leave in the past and not discuss, except I've been past the house a few times recently and the house usually looks like this:
Notice something? The front lights are ON. While I'm glad that the tenants to follow us have some how broken through to him, it makes my blood boil every time I see the lights on!
1 comment:
Infuriating.
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