Ah, my old landlord. If not for the old adage “do not attribute to evil that which is sufficiently explained by incompetence,” they would be a witty carricature of a cartoonishly cackling, crotch-laserin’, shark wielding, cat-stroking Johnny English super-villain.

First, they moved and forgot to tell us, making it hard to get a hold of them. Then, their computer systems were down for a week making it impossible to get information from them. After that, their promise to have a painter paint a couple rooms was as void as a public static main, and now, instead of not withdrawing rent as they are not supposed to, they did.