He said before we moved in “That guy is a lunatic. Are you sure you want to do this?” Well, of course I was sure. I wanted my dining room out of storage and more closet space and yet still be in the same neighbourhood. What was one lunatic landlord, more or less???
Apparently, a lot.
Everything was an argument about how broke he was, how he couldn’t fix things properly, how stuff that happened was our fault. And now he’s refusing to return our security deposits, yes, depositS as in two of them. One for the apartment, based on the monthly rent of course, and one for $400 for The Grey Cat because, I don’t know, he’s a lunatic. And something about fleas which made no sense whatsoever but what the hell, I’m the reasonable one.
So now we’re off to Small Claims Court. Not because we want to go (well, the Reasonable One doesn’t; her spouse is getting all Perry Mason-y. Sigh.) but because the landlord thinks that this is the way to solve problems. Not by talking them out, coming to an agreement. We would take an offer from him, something better than deducting the $650 he wants to deduct from the deposits, something more than the $50 we’ve offered for the two legitimate complaints he has, but he just wants to dick around with us because, I don’t know, he’s a canny lunatic. And they’re the worst kind.
All I can hope is that we don’t get Judge Judy.