So my never ending saga with this damn LANDLORD INSPECTION refuses to end. Apparently when he showed up here on the 29th of September to inspect the place, the key he had didn't fit the lock in the door. This all would have been fine, but chose to wait until October 7th to tell me about it – right when I was sitting in an Irish bar in Hell's Kitchen in New York City. He called me around noonish to demand I have a key made for him right away. I had to explain that I was in Manhattan and wouldn't be back until next week. He was unhappy, but what could he really do? Me and my keys were in another state.

Ever since then, every two or three days, he will text me to find out if I've had the key made yet – How's the key coming? Got that key yet? Hey, have you had a...

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