Those pesky renters: bane of every decent, hard-working landlord’s existence! Even after they agree to fork over a hefty security deposit, you just know they’re still going to put a bunch of nail holes in the walls, stain the carpet, and paint the exterior of your 10-bedroom mansion with brilliant, gleaming purple stripes.
It doesn’t matter how much rent you charge; even at the lofty price of $70,000 a month, there’s always going to be some scrawny musical genius who thinks he can just install extra piping in the downstairs bedroom to allow water transfer for beauty salon chairs, and then rip up the carpet in the master bedroom and replace it with monogrammed purple shag.
When are these irresponsible kids going to grow up, earn a respectable living, and buy their own damn houses, fer chrissakes?
