True.
I assume someone is in charge of collecting rent, overseeing common areas, grounds maintenance, etc. If you are writing checks (or sending automatic transfers - it is the 21st century after all), the payee should be the property manager/landlord, and they’re the one to whom you should complain. No guarantee they’ll do anything, but it is part of the job of being a landlord in multi-family units.
Agreed. That is the landlady. However, this is a normal NYC apartment building. No common grounds past the indoor hallways and staircases. No grounds outside at all. ( the laws concerning who is liable for maintenance/ injury on the sidwalks of New York City are fascinating. )
She has not been spoken to as of yet. If the situation returns, she will come to the building for a good sniff herself. ( She is not living on premises ).
As a lifelong NYer/LIer, I’m very familiar with NYC apartment buildings. Even the exterior and the indoor hallway of a two-family building need lighting, and sidewalks need shoveling in winter, and all too often you get two residents who wouldn’t lift a finger to change a lightbulb (and bitch and moan that it is not being changed rather than mention it to the landlord/landlady). Happy to own my own four walls in Queens, though there’s not much distance between my walls and either of my neighbors’ four walls.
Plus people don’t try to borrow money from you.
Regards,
Shodan
Lousy Fauvists, with their vivid colors and bold brush strokes! GRRR!!!
Assholes with their goddamn barbeque out on the patio all the time. I have every right not to smell that shit in my apartment!
I gave up caffeine at the same time I gave up pot. Ever since, The Lord speaks through me. If you have any questions, here’s your chance.
I always suspected that trying something like that would make you crazy.
You’ll likely live longer; but why?
It will only seem longer.
I have the right not to subject my valuable eyeballs to this perfervid onslaught by these charlatans and laudanum fiends of so-called artists ! I complained to the woman in the souvenir shop and she sighed elaborately and handed me a form titled “We Welcome Your Feedback”, so clearly I am not alone in denouncing this fraudulent imposition by deluded scribblers, opium-eating mountebanks, and Henri Bloody Matisse!
Sir, I have the honour to remain,
An Outraged Taxpayer
Completely derainged, you are.
You’d better be careful what you wish for; he could switch from pot to booze!