OK, I’m finished kvetching about filthy, dirty apartments. No more nagging, no more cranky memos. I just found out that for some tenants, a dirty apartment can be a source of pride—and hefty cash prizes.
"I'm not your mother," my co-owner Pat used to tell our student tenants. She was tired of nagging them to hang up their clothes and make their beds. Anyway, the nagging didn't help.
My mother understood color. When she painted a powder room fuchsia, the walls took on a glow that warmed the entire house. Me? I don’t have a clue.
Tenants packing. Moving vans parked across lawns. And a zillion empty apartments to prep for new arrivals. Where to begin? Here’s my recipe for worry-free Apartment Turnovers.
Landladies are not evil, but Hollywood thinks they are.
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