{"id":4822,"date":"2024-10-05T17:02:42","date_gmt":"2024-10-05T17:02:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sciencesandnatures.com\/?p=4822"},"modified":"2024-10-05T17:02:43","modified_gmt":"2024-10-05T17:02:43","slug":"entitled-landlord-raised-our-rent-by-650-we-had-enough-and-taught-him-a-costly-lesson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sciencesandnatures.com\/entitled-landlord-raised-our-rent-by-650-we-had-enough-and-taught-him-a-costly-lesson\/","title":{"rendered":"Entitled Landlord Raised Our Rent by $650 – We Had Enough and Taught Him a Costly Lesson"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
When our landlord hiked our rent by $650, it was the last straw. Living in a rundown apartment with a broken fridge and constant harassment pushed us to the edge. Determined to get revenge, we concocted a clever plan to make him regret his greed and teach him an unforgettable lesson.Dennis here. Let me tell\u2026\n\n\n\n
Let me tell you about the time my wife, Amber, and I dealt with the landlord from hell while saving for our dream house. It\u2019s been a rollercoaster, but we learned a lot along the way.So, picture this: Amber and I moved\n\n\n\n into this tiny, run-down apartment a little over a year ago. We were pinching pennies, trying to save up for a place of our own.\n\n\n\n The apartment was our stepping stone. Small, but we made it work. Amber decorated the place with some second-hand finds and DIY projects. I swear, she can make anything look good. The trouble started right from the get-go.We met our landlord, Mr. Williams, during the lease signing. Now, this guy looked like he had stepped right out of a 1980s\n\n\n\n https:\/\/googleads.g.doubleclick.net\/pagead\/ads?client=ca-pub-9597212463741597&output=html&h=410&slotname=2357769988&adk=2177385743&adf=1556677126&pi=t.ma~as.2357769988&w=393&abgtt=6&lmt=1728147695&rafmt=11&format=393×410&url=https%3A%2F%2Flezizmutfagim.net%2F2024%2F10%2F05%2Fentitled-landlord-raised-our-rent-by-650-we-had-enough-and-taught-him-a-costly-lesson%2F&fwr=1&wgl=1&dt=1728147695681&bpp=1&bdt=57&idt=109&shv=r20241001&mjsv=m202410010101&ptt=9&saldr=aa&abxe=1&cookie=ID%3D0cd01afe45a1a38e%3AT%3D1728147656%3ART%3D1728147656%3AS%3DALNI_Mawf-IgvIHUhT5BNdnO5tJFw79bSg&gpic=UID%3D00000f02ee260f07%3AT%3D1728147656%3ART%3D1728147656%3AS%3DALNI_MZKcimSCzbOiTAM59xjbw321lovxw&eo_id_str=ID%3Ddfb2c48892e5253b%3AT%3D1728147656%3ART%3D1728147656%3AS%3DAA-AfjbcMzejiFDCUQ3Mqot_klmE&prev_fmts=0x0%2C393x327%2C393x410&nras=1&correlator=1308326962538&frm=20&pv=1&rplot=4&u_tz=120&u_his=3&u_h=852&u_w=393&u_ah=852&u_aw=393&u_cd=24&u_sd=3&adx=0&ady=2350&biw=393&bih=651&scr_x=0&scr_y=0&eid=44759876%2C44759927%2C44759837%2C95343852%2C95331687%2C95343328&oid=2&pvsid=2106545751831286&tmod=917554792&uas=1&nvt=1&ref=https%3A%2F%2Flezizmutfagim.net%2F%3Fs%3DEntitled%2BLandlord%2BRaised%2BOur%2BRent%2Bby%2B%2524650%2B%25E2%2580%2593%2BWe%2BHad%2BEnough%2Band%2BTaught%2BHim%2Ba%2BCostly%2BLesson%26fbclid%3DIwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR3MAhPTnUoyItx1XGr2fdDeESjx6H6lnKMjyyHP7LwOD_eKnjU520ejLos_aem_6nimJ5-F6HV1eMDhBSjE6A&fc=1920&brdim=0%2C0%2C0%2C0%2C393%2C0%2C393%2C651%2C393%2C651&vis=1&rsz=%7C%7CeEbr%7C&abl=CS&pfx=0&fu=128&bc=31&bz=1&ifi=4&uci=a!4&btvi=3&fsb=1&dtd=110\n\n\n\n corporate villain movie. Slicked-back hair, smug smile, and a suit that screamed \u201cI have power, and I love it.\u201d \u201cNice to meet you, Mr. Williams,\u201d Amber said, ever the polite one. \u201cLikewise,\u201d he replied, barely looking up from the paperwork. \u201cLet\u2019s get this done quickly. I have other matters to attend to.\u201d We went through the motions, signing here and there.\n\n\n\n And then, like an idiot, I mentioned my income.Yeah, a hundred grand a year. It slipped out when I was filling out some income verification. Mr. Williams\u2019 eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.\u201d$100k, huh? Impressive,\u201d he said, his tone dripping with newfound interest. \u201cGlad to have tenants who can pay on time.\u201d Amber shot me a look, but it was too late. The damage was done. Once we moved in, we quickly realized the place needed way\n\n\n\n more than a make-over.The fridge made a noise like a dying whale, the washer shook so violently I thought it was possessed, and the faucets leaked incessantly. The toilet, oh man, the toilet would randomly refuse to flush, turning our bathroom into a no-go zone. \u201cMr. Williams, the fridge is acting up again,\u201d I called one evening.He sighed heavily.\n\n\n\n https:\/\/googleads.g.doubleclick.net\/pagead\/ads?client=ca-pub-9597212463741597&output=html&h=410&slotname=2357769988&adk=2177385743&adf=3665251844&pi=t.ma~as.2357769988&w=393&abgtt=6&lmt=1728147695&rafmt=11&format=393×410&url=https%3A%2F%2Flezizmutfagim.net%2F2024%2F10%2F05%2Fentitled-landlord-raised-our-rent-by-650-we-had-enough-and-taught-him-a-costly-lesson%2F&fwr=1&wgl=1&dt=1728147695685&bpp=3&bdt=61&idt=110&shv=r20241001&mjsv=m202410010101&ptt=9&saldr=aa&abxe=1&cookie=ID%3D0cd01afe45a1a38e%3AT%3D1728147656%3ART%3D1728147656%3AS%3DALNI_Mawf-IgvIHUhT5BNdnO5tJFw79bSg&gpic=UID%3D00000f02ee260f07%3AT%3D1728147656%3ART%3D1728147656%3AS%3DALNI_MZKcimSCzbOiTAM59xjbw321lovxw&eo_id_str=ID%3Ddfb2c48892e5253b%3AT%3D1728147656%3ART%3D1728147656%3AS%3DAA-AfjbcMzejiFDCUQ3Mqot_klmE&prev_fmts=0x0%2C393x327%2C393x410%2C393x410&nras=1&correlator=1308326962538&frm=20&pv=1&rplot=4&u_tz=120&u_his=3&u_h=852&u_w=393&u_ah=852&u_aw=393&u_cd=24&u_sd=3&adx=0&ady=3652&biw=393&bih=651&scr_x=0&scr_y=0&eid=44759876%2C44759927%2C44759837%2C95343852%2C95331687%2C95343328&oid=2&pvsid=2106545751831286&tmod=917554792&uas=3&nvt=1&ref=https%3A%2F%2Flezizmutfagim.net%2F%3Fs%3DEntitled%2BLandlord%2BRaised%2BOur%2BRent%2Bby%2B%2524650%2B%25E2%2580%2593%2BWe%2BHad%2BEnough%2Band%2BTaught%2BHim%2Ba%2BCostly%2BLesson%26fbclid%3DIwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR3MAhPTnUoyItx1XGr2fdDeESjx6H6lnKMjyyHP7LwOD_eKnjU520ejLos_aem_6nimJ5-F6HV1eMDhBSjE6A&fc=1920&brdim=0%2C0%2C0%2C0%2C393%2C0%2C393%2C651%2C393%2C651&vis=1&rsz=%7C%7CeEbr%7C&abl=CS&pfx=0&fu=128&bc=31&bz=1&ifi=5&uci=a!5&btvi=4&fsb=1&dtd=111\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat did you do to it now?\u201d \u201cNothing. It just stopped working,\u201d I replied, trying to keep my frustration in check.\u201dWell, I\u2019m sure it\u2019s your fault. I\u2019ll come by when I have time.\u201d And come by he did, unannounced and often at the worst times. Once, he showed up while Amber was home alone. She called me in a panic. \u201cDennis, he\u2019s here again,\u201d she whispered over the phone. \u201cHe just let himself in!\u201d \u201cStay on the line,\u201d I said, rushing home. \u201cI\u2019ll be there in ten minutes.\u201dBy the time I got there, he was gone, leaving Amber \n\n\n\n shaken. It was infuriating, but we were stuck. Moving out would mean dipping into our savings. For a whole year, we endured this nightmare. Every broken appliance, every unannounced visit, every dismissive comment from Mr. Williams piled on the stress. It was like he took pleasure in our misery. As our lease came to an end, we were so close to finishing the construction on our new house. Just needed a couple more months. We\n\n\n\n asked Mr. Williams if we could extend our lease by two months.\u201dSure,\u201d he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. \u201cBut the rent\u2019s going up. By $650 a month.\u201d\u201d$650? Are you kidding me?\u201d I nearly choked. \u201cTake it or leave it,\u201d he shrugged. \u201cIt\u2019s business.\u201d We had no choice but to agree. The financial strain was immense. We cut back on everything\u2014eating out, entertainment, even basic groceries. When it was finally time to move out, we cleaned the apartment until it was spotless. I mean, you could eat off the floors. But when we asked for our deposit back, Mr. Williams sneered at us.\u201dYou trashed the place,\u201d he\n\n\n\n https:\/\/googleads.g.doubleclick.net\/pagead\/ads?gdpr=0&client=ca-pub-9597212463741597&output=html&h=410&slotname=2357769988&adk=2177385743&adf=4107880292&pi=t.ma~as.2357769988&w=393&abgtt=6&lmt=1728147696&rafmt=11&format=393×410&url=https%3A%2F%2Flezizmutfagim.net%2F2024%2F10%2F05%2Fentitled-landlord-raised-our-rent-by-650-we-had-enough-and-taught-him-a-costly-lesson%2F&fwr=1&wgl=1&dt=1728147695688&bpp=3&bdt=64&idt=110&shv=r20241001&mjsv=m202410010101&ptt=9&saldr=aa&abxe=1&cookie=ID%3D0cd01afe45a1a38e%3AT%3D1728147656%3ART%3D1728147656%3AS%3DALNI_Mawf-IgvIHUhT5BNdnO5tJFw79bSg&gpic=UID%3D00000f02ee260f07%3AT%3D1728147656%3ART%3D1728147656%3AS%3DALNI_MZKcimSCzbOiTAM59xjbw321lovxw&eo_id_str=ID%3Ddfb2c48892e5253b%3AT%3D1728147656%3ART%3D1728147656%3AS%3DAA-AfjbcMzejiFDCUQ3Mqot_klmE&prev_fmts=0x0%2C393x327%2C393x410%2C393x410%2C393x410&nras=1&correlator=1308326962538&frm=20&pv=1&rplot=4&u_tz=120&u_his=3&u_h=852&u_w=393&u_ah=852&u_aw=393&u_cd=24&u_sd=3&adx=0&ady=4496&biw=393&bih=651&scr_x=0&scr_y=0&eid=44759876%2C44759927%2C44759837%2C95343852%2C95331687%2C95343328&oid=2&pvsid=2106545751831286&tmod=917554792&uas=1&nvt=1&ref=https%3A%2F%2Flezizmutfagim.net%2F%3Fs%3DEntitled%2BLandlord%2BRaised%2BOur%2BRent%2Bby%2B%2524650%2B%25E2%2580%2593%2BWe%2BHad%2BEnough%2Band%2BTaught%2BHim%2Ba%2BCostly%2BLesson%26fbclid%3DIwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR3MAhPTnUoyItx1XGr2fdDeESjx6H6lnKMjyyHP7LwOD_eKnjU520ejLos_aem_6nimJ5-F6HV1eMDhBSjE6A&fc=1920&brdim=0%2C0%2C0%2C0%2C393%2C0%2C393%2C651%2C393%2C651&vis=1&rsz=%7C%7CeEbr%7C&abl=CS&pfx=0&fu=128&bc=31&bz=1&ifi=6&uci=a!6&btvi=5&fsb=1&dtd=512\n\n\n\n said, arms crossed. \u201cI\u2019m keeping the deposit for repairs.\u201d \u201cRepairs? We left it better than we found it!\u201d Amber exclaimed.\u201dNot my problem,\u201d he smirked. \u201cWhat are you going to do? Sue me? Go ahead. Try proving anything.\u201d We were at our breaking point. All that hard work, all those sacrifices, and this was how we were treated. I felt a mix of anger and helplessness, but mostly, I felt a burning desire for justice.Amber and I were devastated. We sat in our packed-up apartment, staring at the blank walls, feeling utterly defeated.\n\n\n\n But then, Amber, bless her fiery spirit, looked at me and said, \u201cWe\u2019re not letting him get away with this.\u201d \u201cWhat do you have in mind?\u201d I asked, a spark of hope igniting.She grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. \u201cWe\u2019re going to make him regret ever messing with us.\u201d And that is how our plan for revenge began.Amber and I brainstormed over a couple of beers one night, sketching out ideas on a napkin. We needed something that would hit Mr. Williams where it hurt but couldn\u2019t be traced back to us. Then it hit us\u2014smells. Horrible, pervasive, can\u2019t-get-rid-of-them smells. \u201cAlright,\u201d I said, leaning back with a grin. \u201cWe need tuna, rotten eggs, milk, and dead mice.\u201d Amber chuckled. \u201cThis is going to be epic.\u201dWe headed to the grocery store the next day, trying to look as\n\n\n\n inconspicuous as possible while loading our cart with the nastiest items we could think of.\u201dI feel like a teenager buying toilet paper for a prank,\u201d Amber whispered, eyeing the cashier nervously. We paid and hurried home, ready to set our plan in motion. On our last visit to the apartment to collect the final boxes, we put our plan into action. First, we popped open the cans of tuna and placed the fish behind the AC vents. The smell of fish in the summer heat? Perfect. \u201cRotten eggs next,\u201d I said, holding my nose.We carefully\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"