A landlady's greatest joy is a gleeful tenant. After weeks of painting and scrubbing, nothing is more satisfying than the words, "Thank you! The apartment's beautiful!" But, despite my best efforts, there's no escaping renter's remorse.
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The problem starts with the moving truck. It's backed up in traffic, 500 miles down the road. Then torrential rain falls, the cat runs away, and police issue a round of parking tickets for all.
It's no wonder when a new tenant comes to me in tears: "Our sofa won't fit through the door!"
My co-owner Pat used to say that every sale involves two transactions: One in the store when the customer first decides to buy, and the second at home when she unwraps her purchases.
In the same way, renting an apartment doesn't stop with the signing of the lease. It's an ongoing process of pleasing--and then appeasing.

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