A couple of posts ago, I mentioned how a day can be going along swimmingly, and then, WHAM. Done.
Tonight about 9 p.m. I answered a knock at the door to find our manager standing there.
"Rent increase," he said, handing me a sheet of paper. "$100 more a month. Have a nice night."
In my mind, an f-bomb the size of the Little Boy nuclear device went off. Day officially ruined.
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