About 20 years ago and I was dating the man I would later marry. He had an apartment that was a quad but wasn’t surrounded by the best neighbors. It was sold, but he was kept on as a tenant by the new landlord. He wasn’t a bad landlord per se, but he fancied himself a handyman. And he was cheap.
So the washer and dryer (included in the rental) both break, and the landlord comes in to fix my boyfriend’s set up. It works, but only temporarily, and they keep breaking, over and over again. It goes on for months. Boyfriend (who is a model tenant) finally complains lightly, saying that he’s been going over to his mom’s to do laundry, but sometimes he has to do it late, so he’s been having to spend money at the laundromat. The landlord says that my boyfriend can bill him for the laundry, and the landlord will reimburse if things break down again and to make sure it’s all documented by time, date, and amount. Then the landlord says he’s going to take a look at it right now, confident, somehow, in the skills that he hasn’t shown.
via @notiun
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