Our refridgerator, which is one of those half-sized kinds that generally suck in all ways possible, broke. Just, boom. One night, we went to bed, the next morning, we woke up and there was brown goo oozing out of the freezer section that never actually worked in the first place. The brown goo gave off fumes that made me think of petrol, but more like rotten petrol that had been hanging out in a sewer for a few weeks.
Naturally, I had just gone to Tang Fr�res (big Asian supermarket) that day and had stocked up on all the veggies that I can't get in the supermarkets near me. My plan was to make a big Thai dinner, complete with the spring rolls that The Boy eats in terrifying quantities. SURPRISE! Nobody likes eating spring rolls with brown petrol sauce.
So that was something like 20 euros worth of groceries that had to be thrown away.
But wait, it gets better. My apartment is furnished and I dislike my landlord with the sort of simmering hatred one has for somebody who is cheaper than cheap. You all might remember the couch incident (we still, of course, have no couch) as an illustration of her cheapness. Now, however, get this: the landlord is on vacation this week, and she left on Thursday morning. She gets back on Wednesday. I called her to tell her about the fridge, and she first said, "Have you checked to see if it's plugged in correctly?"
Hello, dumbass. Brown petrol goo dripping from your refridgerator's ceiling means the machine is broken, plugged in or not. But to be polite, I said, "The light still works, but the fridge is not cold."
"Ok, well, can you just wait for me to get something when I come back? I know of a few cheap places where we can buy something."
Sure. I can wait a week. A week of not eating food from my own house, a week of not having cold beverages even though it's the middle of summer. A week of waking up in the morning and walking down six flights of stairs to buy myself a yogurt for breakfast. No problem.
Regardless, we're going out on Saturday and we're probably going to buy something. If she doesn't want to reimburse us for it because "it has to be under 140 euros" then she can shove it.
I can't wait to live in a real apartment.
I feel your pain! I once told a former Landlady that our oven ran 100 degrees warmer than it was supposed to and that only one of the 4 burners worked...her response was that I just needed to clean it more thoroughly.
I once had a crack in the tiles in my bathroom. It took just over 15 months to get it fixed. Now, it wasn't a big problem for me ..... but the folks living under me .....