Last night the landlord sent Bob a text message about showing the house today at 3:00.
After we were already in bed.
So we didn’t get the message until this morning sometime after 9:00.
Bob messaged him back saying we had plans and to please reschedule.
He messaged back saying, “It’s only ONE appointment, it should only take 10 minutes and they MIGHT cancel.”
So Bob replied, fine, but the house isn’t going to be clean.
He responded: “Please try your best.”
Bullshit.
You’re required to give us at least 24 hours notice before showing the house. We don’t have to accommodate your shit at the drop of a hat like that.
So we didn’t clean.
At 2:45 Bob got a text message as we were about to head out the door: “Appointment cancelled.”
Douche.
We’re almost done with these clusterfucks.
Until we have to fight them to get our damn security deposit back after June 21st.
ETA:
After the appointment was “cancelled” Bob and Willy each sent Landlord McDouchebag a text message asking to please give us proper 24 hour notice next time.
He responded that he always tries to give 24 hours notice. And oh, by the way, his message was sent at 9pm last night.
Douche Nozzle—you just admitted you didn’t give us proper notice.
Bob responded that even if we hadn’t already been in bed sleeping, it still wasn’t proper notice.
No response yet.
If he has any brain cells left, he won’t.
We’ve pretty much reached our aggravation limit with these fools.
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