Because my landlord let himself into my apartment yesterday, I am letting fresh air in through the open windows in every room of my apartment tonight. My landlord came in yesterday with no notice, even though he is supposed to give me 24 hours of such notice. He came in like the secretive snake that he is, and then he broke my air conditioning. Why? I am guessing so he can claim I broke it when I move out in a couple of months, and thus, keep some or all of my deposit.
I despise my landlord.
Because my landlord broke my air conditioning, I can wait no longer to find a lawyer who specializes in landlord-tenant relations in my city. While I pondered my landlord situation that has gone from bad to worse, I unlocked and opened every window in my unit–thieves, rapists, allergies and errant bugs be damned.
My windows are wide open a night when, thankfully, a high pressure of some sort is stalled right over my apartment. The air that wafts through the screens of my windows is fresh and free of humidity. If I close my eyes and will it to be so, I can almost believe I live in the Pacific Northwest, and it is the third week in July.
But it is the first weekend in May in South Florida, and my landlord has ruined my Friday by coming into my apartment and sneaking around and breaking my air conditioner.
I particularly despise my landlord because once, when I complained about a problem with the air conditioning, he sent his workers in, of course without notice, and to teach me a lesson about complaining, they peed in a wastebasket in my guest room–something I didn’t discover until it was a week later because I have few reasons to enter that room unless I have guests. A week later I had to go into the guest room because the smell suddenly became apparent and so overwhelming.
My landlord is disgusting.
That was when I became a little afraid of my landlord and what else he might do when he enters my apartment without my knowledge or permission. Now I set inconspicuous traps every day to let me know if and when he comes in. The traps work. I always know when he has been inside my apartment.
Tonight my windows are open because my horrible landlord broke my air conditioning. My music hangs in the breeze and perhaps even entertains my neighbors who now hear it as well, because my windows are open and the air that wafts through the screens carries the notes and harmonies and lyrics to those living below me and next to me. No one complains.
My landlord is a cartoon of all bad landlords everywhere. He ruins my day every day he is a part of my day. I only have to entertain his awfulness for a few more months. Then I wish a plague of infestation on him on the day I move out. I wish meticulous housing inspectors to descend upon him, and then for him to have to wallow in unending legal miasmas, once I am far from this place.
I am never renting again from an independent landlord who is on the brink of bankruptcy because he couldn’t sell his cheaply renovated apartments and decided to rent them, instead, to tenants who break their leases and flee his shoddy building at the first opportunity.
Tonight, however, I have no choice but to let the breeze caress me as I share my music with my neighbors through my open windows. My neighbors who remain here in my building seem content to listen to my music. Each of us knows our days as neighbors are numbered. And that is too bad, because we will miss one another, at least for a while. And then we will never give each other or our nightmarish landlord another moment’s thought.