When Paige moved into her old apartment, she instantly noticed the lack of a washing machine and dishwasher. She decided to buy her own appliances, thinking it was a simple solution. But when she tried to take them with her upon moving out, her entitled ex-landlord refused to let her go without a fight, not knowing she had a lesson in store for him.
At 25, getting my own place was a breath of fresh air, especially after living under the thumb of Mr. Grady, my old landlord, for a year. Let me tell you, it’s quite the story.
Hello, I’m Paige.
So, my old apartment didn’t have a washing machine or a dishwasher. When I first saw the place, Mr. Grady was there to greet me. He had this smug look on his face like he was doing me a huge favor by renting it out.
“Welcome, Paige,” Mr. Grady said, smiling. “You’re going to love it here. It’s a great neighborhood.”
Let me tell you there was enough room for one person, but the place clearly showed its age with paint peeling off the walls and old, tattered furniture. It also seemed like the apartment hadn’t been cleaned in weeks.
I looked around the kitchen and noticed the missing appliances right away.
“We don’t have a washing machine or dishwasher?” I asked.
Mr. Grady shrugged. “Most tenants don’t mind. You can always use the laundromat down the street,” he said.
“But it’s so inconvenient. I work late nights and weekends. A washing machine and dishwasher would save me so much time,” I replied, frowning a little.
He gave a dismissive wave. “Well, this isn’t a luxury condo, but it’s the best for what you can afford. Besides, you’ll get used to the laundromat. It’s not so bad.”
Clearly, there was no point arguing with this man. I nodded but thought to myself, I’m not spending hours at the laundromat every week or tackling the dishes when work barely gives me time.
So, after moving in, I decided to buy my own washing machine and dishwasher. It took a big chunk of my savings and some late-night waitressing shifts, but it was worth it.
A few days later, Mr. Grady came by to check on things.
“Everything okay?” he asked, peering into the kitchen.
“Yep,” I replied. “Just wanted to let you know I bought a washing machine and dishwasher.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Oh, really? Well, make sure you take good care of them.”
