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The Gift That Keeps On Giving

Sorry it's been a bit since my last post; starting back to school has been quite the process!  Fear not, faithful readers -- I've got a story that more than makes up for it.  As many of you know, I recently moved to town. I was fortunate enough to have some AMAZING friends help me along the way.  Unfortunately, they fell victim to Walkwaygate 2011 (for a little reminder, you can check out my first post, "Taking a Hard Left into Wackytown.").  In a moment of Norma Rae-like enthusiasm I decided to forgo some of the cleaning requirements to get my deposit back. Let's be honest -- does anyone really clean behind the fridge?
I had forgotten about my lack of cleanliness until I received a large envelope from my old landlord last week.  I was pleasantly surprised to see a sweet check for over half of my deposit. That would have been enough, but oh no -- the landlord had to make my day even better. The rest of the envelope was filled with a thick packet of COLOR digital photos, all hand labeled, detailing why I didn't receive the rest of my deposit.  My scanner is a little stubborn right now so I can't provide pics yet, but who doesn't like something to look forward too?
In the meantime, here are some of my favorite excerpts:
*A picture of the freezer showing a speck of dirt and the ice packs I forgot (I should point out that they didn't seem to mind the beer I left behind in the fridge. It was good beer, too.)
*A picture of the scratches in the countertop -- how exactly did they expect me to clean those?
*The drain in the kitchen sink -- for the record this was not my fault. This one comes courtesy of my neighbor, who allowed her sink to back up so badly that it pushed all of her sewage into my sink.  The ensuing repairwork permanently stained the sink and left my apartment smelling like rotten eggs for the rest of the day
*And last but not least, several snaps of the dirty floors.  However, they seemed to confuse "dirty" with "stained linoleum that is impossible to clean unless you pry up the floors and start over."

Thanks, old landlord.  The color printing, hand labelling, and postage were worth it -- I've learned my lesson. Next time I'll make sure to ask for all of it in an email for faster uploading and ridicule.

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