Right now the landlord is installing a ceiling fan in the kitchen. Although he’s only been in the apartment for three hours, I yearn to push him and his ladder through the window. One might consider this an unusual amount of hostility since he’s doing something to improve the place. There’s a reason.

He’s the nicest guy in the world and a good landlord in so far that if there’s a problem, he’ll fix it. But the problem is he insists on fixing whatever is broken himself. Let me repeat that, no matter how small or large the issue, he personally fixes it. Given that there are a lot of tenants in the building and the place is old, there’s always a problem to fix and thus he’s always around. And this is why I want to push his ladder through the window.

Here’s five words my landlord can not pronounce:
1) Plumber.
2) Electrician.
3) Painter.
4) Contractor.
5) I’ll finish this work today.