Tenants don't last forever. Sometimes they out stay their welcome. Sometimes they start growing facial hair and start a meth lab in your bathroom. Sometimes you meet people in the grocery store whos hygiene and sensibilities appeal to you a lot more, and suddenly there's simply no more room for the original tenant. Maybe because they start to carve Satanic verses into the walls of your apartment because they've got nothing better to do. Maybe because they decided to buy a dog without telling you and when you stepped through the door for your quarterly property inspection, you got hit in the face with the overpowering stench of dog shit. Most of the time, though, they come and go without a fuss, and are gone when the contract ends. Maybe you were a good landlord, maybe not. You have room to improve with the next one that comes along.
Or you could just come live in my pants rent free. Either way is good for me.
I'm not even sure what I just wrote. What I do know, is that my friends and I stole a roll of barcode stickers at the supermarket that was originally marked for watermelons, stuck them on a packet of chips, and bought the chips for $0.27 cents. Evidence here (click).
Hope you're all having a very good week.
Image from here.