Would You Like That Supersized?

Today was the big showdown with our landlord. Damn, what happened to all those tenant rights we have in San Francisco? Our concierge from the company we rented the apartment from, the apartment owner, and the two of us agreed to meet at the apartment at 4:30pm to discuss our moving out.

Before the meeting, Johnny and I decided "Ok, stand firm. We want out; we want our stolen $350 back; and we're not leaving without our money!" When the meeting started, it was going well. The concierge was airing our grievences to the apartment owner, and there were a lot of grievences: no internet, no electricity, no phone, and the topper: $350 stolen.

The apartment owner then made us an offer we couldn't refuse. He said he'd move into our current apartment and we can move into his place 4 blocks away. But, the conditions are that all would be forgiven, including our stolen $350. The apartment owner is an interior designer and he showed us pictures of his suped up apartment. Damn, of course we're going to take that.

We totally walked into the meeting expecting to get the hell out of Dodge, but in the end we wound up with a totally bad ass apartment at an additional cost of $350. Well, at least we finally have reliable internet access! That's worth $350 to me already.