I had one the last place we lived. They were a real estate agent couple who owned a pair of duplexes, and the first time we met them they happily told us that the duplexes were “their retirement”. I’ve never forgotten how open they were about that fact. It’s one of those memories from back when I was a lib that has stuck with me.

They were alright as landlords, friendly enough, maintenance got done pretty quick when necessary. It was wild though, I paid rent one day late one time because I was busy as shit and my partner was out of state for an extended period, so it just totally slipped my mind. The nastiness of the text I got was a bit of a surprise to me. I was still very much a lib at that point, so I was extremely confused as to why a seemingly extremely harmless (and easily fixable!) mistake could lead to such an instant change in personality from a person who had always been friendly to me before.