[My very first pit thread.]
Hello, you deatbeat shitheads. You know which ones you are. Have you ever wondered why some landlords are hardhearted? Probably not. You seem incapable of making any intellectual connection beyond that little trick (which you probably learned from your mother) wherein you listed your fellow crack buddies as references. Well, landlords get a bad rap for being mean because of people like you.
Remember that time when you let the water heater leak for six months, knowing full well it was leaking? I would have gladly shelled out $125 for a new water heater, but I was not pleased to pay for a new water heater and $3,000 in repairs for water damage. And then you asked me to return your security deposit when you moved out? Ha ha!
At least you were gracious enough to actually tell us you were leaving. As for those folks who move out secretly in the middle of the night, I would appreciate it if you would at least have the decency to take your perishable food products with you because it will be a few weeks before we realize you’re gone. There are few tasks more unpleasant than cleaning out a refrigerator filled with liquified fruit, rotting meat, and crusted milk, which you apparently prefered to remove from its original container in favor of pouring it onto the bottom shelf.
Also, apparently I wasn’t clear enough when we went over the lease at the beginning. Holes punched in the walls, broken windows and mirrors, missing appliances, and cigarette-burned carpet are not “normal wear and tear”. We worked very hard to give you a nice place to live; in a few short months, you have turned it into a slum.
I did say you could have one small dog. I did not say you could have two vicious, unhousebroken monsters. And who the hell are all those people living with you? How do ten adults find a place to sleep in a one bedroom apartment? Are they paying you rent? At least someone’s making money, but it isn’t me. I haven’t seen a penny from you this month. Again, I would ask you to review your lease agreement.
Perhaps you believe I’m rich because I own the house where you live. Note that my husband and I both work full time. Also note that we do not own your house free and clear: we pay the mortgage every month, on time. We also pay taxes, insurance, and some utilities. What would the bank say if we used some of the excuses you do? I understand that everyone has financial problems from time to time. I am not unreasonable. However, I am not likely to give a shit about your setbacks since you own a new car, a big screen TV, expensive clothing, and a new satellite dish. I can afford none of these luxuries myself.
I’m sorry your friend wrecked your car and stole your money. I’m sorry your crackwhore girlfriend spent your rent money. I’m sorry you got fired because you didn’t show up to work when you were in jail. I’m sorry you didn’t get paid because your namebadge was crediting the hours that you worked to another employee, but you get points for creativity on that one.
Tough crap, you derelict shitweasel. When you don’t pay your rent on time, I am giving you an interest free loan. I would be happy to evict your sorry ass, but doing so would guarantee that you will never pay me the money you owe, you would live rent-free on my property for months, and the legal costs would be outrageous. Just pay the rent. Pay the rent. Remember the rent? Pay the fucking rent.
I hope that when you leave here, the only person who will rent to you is one of those evil landlords. I hope your apartment is directly above his, so that you cannot walk across the floor without sending him into a homocidal rage. I hope your new place is well-stocked with carnivorous roaches and has faulty wiring. I hope it’s hot in the summer, cold in the winter and located in a neighborhood where you will be repeatedly victimized by gang violence. I hope it has no light fixtures, so you can’t use any of the lightbulbs you stole from me. I hope you accidentally set yourself on fire with your crack pipe. I hope your few remaining teeth become abcessed at the same time, but you have to endure the excruciating pain because no dentist will work on you unless you pay up front. I hope your syphillis sores become infected with flesh-eating strep.
P.S. I know you’re the one who stole my lawnmower. Asshole.