A young woman went to Italy to see the greatest works of art. She took her grandmother with her. At the Sistine Chapel, she pointed to the ceiling. “Grandma, it took Michelangelo four years to get that ceiling painted.” Her grandmother said, “He and I must have the same landlord.”
Having a lazy landlord is awful. We had one who treated us very well, but in one house, it was pretty dirty. The people who rented before us, in a brand new house, trashed It and then just took off one night. I kept asking when someone was going to clean the place. She would always get angry with the cleaning lady for not doing her job. Turned out that she was the cleaning lady!
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I bought a sharp sickle and started chopping the waist-high, dried out weeds myself. My neighbors instantly stopped me because they wanted this guy to get cited by the city, which would force him to landscape. He did get cited but he still wouldn’t get it done.
The house we live in now is owned by a great guy. If there’s a problem of any kind, he’ll either come out within an hour or two and do the work himself, or if it’s a more complex problem, someone will be out there the next day. It’s awesome!
What a difference the right landlord makes.