Sometimes I wish I owned this apartment just so that I can break things without being liable to somebody else. Take for example my bathroom sink. One of the slip nuts is stuck so I can't remove the p-trap, and no amount of turning in a counter-clockwise direction helps. It just tightens and loosens, tightens and loosens, but doesn't actually move. Now if I owned this place I would just take a hammer and smash the son of a bitch off and then replace the whole corroded mess. But I only rent and now I have to wait for the superintendent to come over to find out whether my engagement ring is in the p-trap or not.
And I really hope it is because the thought of checking through dog poop for the next week doesn't make me feel good.
And I really hope it is because the thought of checking through dog poop for the next week doesn't make me feel good.