The Landlord Has a Key
The Landlord Has a Key It is Saturday afternoon, just after one o'clock and I am doing my usual chores. Earlier in the morning I had dropped my car for service and taken their courtesy shuttle home. The service company was not scheduled to pick me up until four thirty so I set about doing the dreaded honey do list; the only difference is that I am an unmarried forty five year old male, so it is me that makes the list. I am pretty nondescript, five foot ten, one hundred and...