Tambourines are Loud
My only interactions with my current landlord have been polite, short, impersonal, and to-the-point… just how I like it. No landlord or building manager of mine (I can count six, including the one I have now) has been overjoyed to receive an email or call from me, since it means 1. I'm gonna complain, 2. I need something fixed, or 3. Both. (Admittedly, there were plenty of times I've been on the receiving end of complaints, usually during covert band practice. "Covert" because we knew we weren't supposed to be playing hi hats or electric bass in the building, but sometimes, you, uh, forget.)
Next time I email my landlord, rather than (well, in addition to) mentioning how the heater is still making that horrible screeching noise, I'm going to give him this tip (minus the "crotchety" part). It's hard to argue with the cash savings, and who knows, maybe it'll buy my next band some leeway.
-Toshio... off to break out the maracas...
Next time I email my landlord, rather than (well, in addition to) mentioning how the heater is still making that horrible screeching noise, I'm going to give him this tip (minus the "crotchety" part). It's hard to argue with the cash savings, and who knows, maybe it'll buy my next band some leeway.
-Toshio... off to break out the maracas...




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