Not quite a pitting, but close.
We moved in here - officially on June 8th, actually on July 1st. (We took the 3 weeks of June to be able to move our crap without rushing.) Our landlord is Mr. Chin, a late-middle-age American-Born-Chinese man, who manages the various apartments for his parents, a very cute very old Chinese-born couple who come around the complexes a couple times a week to do watering, weed the gardens, etc.
The apartment comes with a dishwasher, a really really old one. So old that we don’t know what brand it is; so old that the lettering that tells you which wash cycle is which has worn off. So old that it is, no lie, Harvest Gold.
Neither Husband nor I has ever lived in an apartment with a dishwasher before, and we do the first couple loads by hand since we’re kind of scared of it and aren’t sure what to do (due to the aforementioned lack of labeling).
So, around mid-July we try to use it. Nothing happens. We investigate and find that it’s unplugged - and that apparently at some point water has dripped onto the plug, leaving it corroded and unable to actually plug into the wall.
August 7th, the Elder Mr. Chin comes to collect our rent (due on the 8th). We point out the plug to him, and I tell him that he could buy a brand new dishwasher for $200-300. He says “Why don’t you do that then, and give me the receipt, and I’ll pay you back.” His English is not great, but not horrible either - he’s lived here for 50-60 years, so even though his accent is thick I have no reason to believe that we’ve misunderstood each other.
I do research, and find a decent dishwasher for about $329, plus the installation kit is $25, plus tax brings it up to about $380. The store wants $200 for delivery and installation, but we pick it up ourselves and I have a handyman friend who installs it for $103. It gets installed on August 15th. Total cash outlay on my part: $480 & some change.
Sometime between August 21st & 30th, Husband runs into the Younger Mr. Chin. He says that he is vexed with his father, because he has several dishwashers in storage that he could have used instead of having to buy a brand new one.
Today, we went to the Chins’ house to drop off the rent, with the receipts for the purchase of the dishwasher plus the bill for my friend’s services. We had made the check out for the adjusted amount, and thought all would be fine and dandy.
But no.
The Elder Mr. Chin is now claiming that I only showed him a broken hose (?) and that he only authorized the repair of the hose. He did not authorize purchase of a whole new machine. HELLO, YES, YOU DID. I know, your son probably chewed you out for it, and I know, you don’t want to pay the money. But the fact is, you DID agree to getting a new dishwasher.
I did a bunch of research, I knew you didn’t want to outlay a lot of cash, so I got the best dishwasher I could (it’s a Whirlpool!) for the money. I saved you $100 by not using the store’s installation service. I paid for all of this out of pocket, on good faith. WHAT THE HELL.
AAAAARRRRGHHHHh!!!
I’m told that my only recourse is small claims court. The problem being, if we sue the landlord after only having lived here 2-3 months, this does not bode well for our being able to continue to live here after the lease expires next June. We had hoped to live here at least 5-6 years.
I know, y’all are (mostly) not lawyers, the ones who are are not my lawyers, and you are not offering legal advice.
However, any thoughts on how I should handle this would be incredibly welcome. Or just tell me that I’m fucked, which is pretty much where I think I am right now. Or share your stories about why you should ALWAYS ALWAYS get everything in writing, which I am learning the hard way right now.