I moved out of my previous dwelling on the UES in mid-October. Since then, I’ve waited patiently while my landlord ignored my calls and emails, tried to bamboozle me saying that I never gave her a deposit, told me that I lived in the apartment for an extra month (not true) and a whole other gamut of time wasting tactics.
Needless to say, after 127 days of persistence (including two letters threatening to go to small claims, 14 emails and a dozen phone calls,) I finally got a portion of my security deposit back. And look, she even sent me a note with the check:
Now here’s the thing. Since the fall, my landlord, a little old lady who lives in UN Plaza (she’s filthy rich), has become this mythical monster. I’ve spoken about her and her nasty tactics to friends/family, dreamed about her demise, and imagined picketing in front of her doorman palace for my measly money back.
How am I supposed to keep this woman on my ‘wicked witch’ list when she sends me that note?! I mean, it’s a sympathy trifecta:
- Old lady writing/misspelling mea culpa
- Puppies
- She gives $ to a seeing eye dog foundation (see header)
I mean, the first time I saw the note, even I let out a little “aw.” NO FAIR!!!
Dear Landlord,
You put me through hell. You made me wait, and hope, and wait, and prepare a legal defense all to get my money back. I appreciate your apology, on sympathy paper, but you’re not getting off my ‘we’re not cool’ list THAT easily.
Just so you know…
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