Warm and Fuzzy

There are certain things in life that make you feel good from the inside out.

Kittens and puppies are a good example of this.  So are sleeping babies.  So lovely!

A close third = Revenge.

Not nasty malicious revenge....but the cool kind.  The kind of revenge you might get in an unexpected and unplanned way.

Let me elaborate.

We all know the drama of The Trolls.  Paired with that is the drama of Mr. Landlord.  Well, it's no secret that Super Husband and I are not happy with Mr. Landlord and his recent actions (or lack thereof) and we warned him that we would not hide our experiences from others.

Perhaps this is why he is working with his real estate agent to go behind our back to show the apartment.

Two weeks ago the real estate agent called and left a message at the apartment to ask when would be a good time to show the place to prospective tenants.  I replied with an email as we were in the midst of moving, indicating that as long as we were contacted in advance it was okay and to please communicate via email.

Last week I went into the apartment to pick up a few things and lo and behold there's a message.  From the agent.  Indicating that she had to do a last minute showing.  She did not contact me via email as requested and did not give proper advance notice.  I was not a happy camper.  I replied with an email and copied Mr. landlord indicating she had best be contacting me in advance and by email from here on in.

Fast forward to today.

Super Husband decided that he would go to the apartment today to finish cleaning before we hand over the keys on Thursday.  So there his is, cleaning away when suddenly the door swings open and guess who is there?  You guessed it - Miss. Real Estate!  Complete with a family to view the place!

Now I'm sure you can just imagine how impressed Super Husband was at this point.  NO call, NO warning.  Just a mid day viewing while it is assumed we are at work.

So....being a good citizen...Super Husband did what he needed to do.  He exlained to the family (a couple and young daughter) that there is a less than desireable housemate residing in the basement.  Including smoking, late night partying and, of course, drug busts.

I think it's fair to say that the unit has not yet been rented.

Super Husband is my hero.

And I'm sure the family will thank him for the pain and suffering that has been avoided as a result.