They put the flat I was renting up for sale, so I had to move out. I cleaned it thoroughly and left. The next day, my landlady called, and I immediately worried that I’d left something broken.
But instead, she thanked me for leaving the place so clean. Then she asked, “How come you’re not bitter like the others?”
I didn’t have an immediate answer. I just laughed awkwardly and said, “I guess I’ve just had good landlords.”
She laughed too.
“No, you haven’t. I remember when the boiler broke in December, and the ceiling leaked. You never complained.”
“Well, it wasn’t your fault the ceiling leaked in a storm,” I replied, downplaying it.
