my crazy landlady shall be known hereafter as landlady-from-hell.
we found out last week that landlady-from-hell decided to rent the downstairs apartment (see 6.3.2002 entry) to someone else, not elliot. for no reason.
my kitchen sink and shower have been out of commission for 4 days and i've left message after message. landlady-from-hell finally got around to calling me back--without apology or urgency--with the phone number of a plumber.
she's hurled spear after spear into my wounded optimism and belief in the basic goodness of people. i've even started to end every sentence about her with the word “bitch.” example: “landlady-from-hell is outside watering the plants. bitch.”