Dear Granary,

You have always been good to me. Well, when comparing you to past apartments such as Moon and Glenwood, but right now our relationship is hanging by a thread. You did not e-mail me to warn me that some strange guy would be knocking on my door, my bedroom door mind you, at 9:30 on a Saturday morning to clean my carpets. I had to jump out of bed, and clean everything off my floor. You are lucky I just cleaned my room the day before. Then I had to sit in the kitchen whilst you cleaned my carpets and insulted its dirtiness. Well, if you told me before hand I could have vaccumed. (although it still wouldn't have been clean considering our vaccum from the 1800s, but that's for another day.) Now, I have to walk around with wet carpets and if you stand in one place too long, your feet get soaked. So, thank you Granary. You are now in debt to me.

Your almost not friend,
Charlie
P.S. You can always take money off my next rent payment.
P.S.2 I woke up this morning and my feet STILL get wet.