When our landlord hiked our rent by $650, it was the last straw. Living in a rundown apartment with a broken fridge and constant harassment pushed us to the edge. Determined to get revenge, we concocted a clever plan to make him regret his greed and teach him an unforgettable lesson.
Dennis here. Let me tell you about the time my wife, Amber, and I dealt with the landlord from hell while saving for our dream house. It’s been a rollercoaster, but we learned a lot along the way
So, picture this: Amber and I moved into this tiny, run-down apartment a little over a year ago.
We were pinching pennies, trying to save up for a place of our own. The apartment was our stepping stone. Small, but we made it work. Amber decorated the place with some second-hand finds and DIY projects. I swear, she can make anything look good.
The trouble started right from the get-go.
We met our landlord, Mr. Williams, during the lease signing. Now, this guy looked like he had stepped right out of a 1980s corporate villain movie. Slicked-back hair, smug smile, and a suit that screamed “I have power, and I love it.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Williams,” Amber said, ever the polite one.
“Likewise,” he replied, barely looking up from the paperwork. “Let’s get this done quickly. I have other matters to attend to.”
We went through the motions, signing here and there. And then, like an idiot, I mentioned my income.
Amber and I brainstormed over a couple of beers one night, sketching out ideas on a napkin. We needed something that would hit Mr. Williams where it hurt but couldn’t be traced back to us.
Then it hit us—smells. Horrible, pervasive, can’t-get-rid-of-them smells.
“Alright,” I said, leaning back with a grin. “We need tuna, rotten eggs, milk, and dead mice.”
Amber chuckled. “This is going to be epic.”
We removed the tuna, cleaned out the rotten eggs, scrubbed the milk stains, and disposed of the dead mice. The smell finally began to dissipate.
“Good riddance,” Amber said, wiping her hands. “I hope he learned his lesson.”
And there you have it. The story of how we turned the tables on our greedy landlord and got the justice we deserved. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, remember: a little creativity and a lot of determination can go a long way!
I Snatched My Tip Back Because of the Waiter’s Nasty Attitude
Amelia (30F) shared a recent dining experience that highlights the complexities of tipping and customer service. She and her husband (30M) went to a restaurant to celebrate his promotion, and everything went well until the end.
When the check arrived, Amelia left a $10 tip on an $85 bill. The waitress picked up the money and sneered, “Ten bucks? This isn’t the 1950s anymore, you know.” Amelia was stunned by her condescending tone. “I think 10 bucks on an $85 bill is more than fair,” she responded.The waitress rolled her eyes and retorted, “It’s a standard 20% tip these days, cheapskate. Do you not know how to calculate that?” Amelia, now angry, replied, “With that kind of nasty attitude, you don’t deserve a tip at all!” She then took back the $10 bill.The situation escalated as the waitress began loudly berating Amelia, causing a scene. The manager had to remove the waitress, and Amelia and her husband left without leaving a tip. Amelia admits she might have overreacted but feels the waitress’s behavior was unacceptable.Amelia shared her thoughts, “That $10 was over 11%, which is a decent tip by any measure. Her entitlement really rubbed me the wrong way.” The waitress’s public confrontation left the couple embarrassed and upset, overshadowing their celebratory evening.This incident raises important questions about tipping etiquette and handling conflict in service situations. Should Amelia have maintained her composure, or was her reaction justified given the waitress’s attitude? The debate continues as others weigh in on how to navigate such situations without escalating the conflict.
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