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So the GF and I are visiting apartments to try and find a 1br gem in our area. Some of you may remember my apt-shopping troubles of last year - downtown Toronto is a really bad market for renters - huge demand, so landlords can and do act as huge dickheads. We're facing the same situation this year, packed open houses, landlords grilling us about our lifestyle and habits and pets and sources of income and what not. We're used to the condescension and overall belittling treatment from people who were born into fancy-Victorian-house ownership.

Yesterday, I went to visit this place that is literally 4 houses up from ours, on the same side of the street even.

I ring the doorbell and this quiet, super-shy woman in her 60's answers the door. She lets me in, sits on the couch and immediately turns her attention to what looks like a stack of papers she's holding. She has no intention of showing me around or otherwise selling the place's features to me, let alone interview the "quiet, professional couple with great references" that we are.

Me - Are you the owner?
Her - Uh-huh.

I look at the stack of papers - she's actually playing Angry Birds on her iPad.

Me - Addictive, eh?
Her - Yes!

I had to extract every bit of information out of her. The place was nice, brick wall, functional fireplace, huge main room with original 100yo hardwoord floors, but it's too small, so I decide to disqualify myself as a potential tenant:

Me - I like it a lot, but we were looking to save more money than that by downgrading to a 1br. Is the price firm?
Her - I dunno. We just kinda made up the price.
Me - :ohmy: Well, if you could knock off $100 a month, it would be a lot more tempting for us.
Her - Ok.
Me - :ohmy::ohmy:

So she did. She called me after relisting the apt on CL, exactly $100 cheaper. She wants to know if I want it.

Who needs this kind of psychological abuse?

We're not moving.

:what?:
 
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So the GF and I are visiting apartments to try and find a 1br gem in our area. Some of you may remember my apt-shopping troubles of last year - downtown Toronto is a really bad market for renters - huge demand, so landlords can and do act as huge dickheads. We're facing the same situation this year, packed open houses, landlords grilling us about our lifestyle and habits and pets and sources of income and what not. We're used to the condescension and overall belittling treatment from people who were born into fancy-Victorian-house ownership.

Yesterday, I went to visit this place that is literally 4 houses up from ours, on the same side of the street even.

I ring the doorbell and this quiet, super-shy woman in her 60's answers the door. She lets me in, sits on the couch and immediately turns her attention to what looks like a stack of papers she's holding. She has no intention of showing me around or otherwise selling the place's features to me, let alone interview the "quiet, professional couple with great references" that we are.

Me - Are you the owner?
Her - Uh-huh.

I look at the stack of papers - she's actually playing Angry Birds on her iPad.

Me - Addictive, eh?
Her - Yes!

I had to extract every bit of information out of her. The place was nice, brick wall, functional fireplace, huge main room with original 100yo hardwoord floors, but it's too small, so I decide to disqualify myself as a potential tenant:

Me - I like it a lot, but we were looking to save more money than that by downgrading to a 1br. Is the price firm?
Her - I dunno. We just kinda made up the price.
Me - :ohmy: Well, if you could knock off $100 a month, it would be a lot more tempting for us.
Her - Ok.
Me - :ohmy::ohmy:

So she did. She called me after relisting the apt on CL, exactly $100 cheaper. She wants to know if I want it.

Who needs this kind of psychological abuse?

We're not moving.

:what?:
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