My landlord is a crackhead.
  Okay, so he's not literally a crackhead. As far as I know, he isn't suffering from a debilitating substance addiction which reduces him to blowing sweaty men in grimey alleys for money to get his fix. However, he does exhibit some decidedly crackhead-ish behaviors.
  For instance, I don't have a refrigerator. It quit working on Sunday night. While my roommates frantically made "keep or trash" decisions about the contents of the freezer, I cleaned water off the floor and called my landlord. I left him a message, explaining the situation, and asked him to get back to me.
  Since it was after 10:30, I wasn't expecting him to get back to me that night. In fact, based on his past performance, I was anticipating a delay of at least two days. When he called me back Monday morning, I was pleasantly surprised. He said that he'd have a new refrigerator delivered Tuesday afternoon. Once I confirmed my roommate would be home when it got here, I considered the matter closed.
  This is because I am naive and stupid.
  I got home at about 10:00 on Tuesday night. My roommate was here, as well as the hulking mass of our old fridge, still lurking in the middle of the kitchen. As you can probably guess, the new fridge hadn't materialized. I called my landlord, and once again left a message. I called him again this morning at 11:30, but I still haven't been able to get in touch with him. I'm leaving for work at 2:00, and if I don't have it by then, it may be Friday before anyone will be home during the day.
  Someday, I will not live in the ghetto with a crackhead for a landlord. This is my mantra. Oooooom.

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