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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Impressive-Bike-8126 on 2025-09-05 15:04:46+00:00.
In the late 90s I lived in a pretty sweet apartment with a cool little turret room. It was a studio, but it was just me and a cat, so it worked perfectly. I loved the location, but the landlord was...difficult. When I first signed the lease, she acted like it was cool that I had a cat, but one time when she came by with the bug guy, she saw my cat and demanded I pay her a pet deposit. I was like "you didn't mention that before, but cool. Whatever."
Things toddle along for a few more months, when I get a call: Landlord wants to come by and show her friend the work she did on the place before I moved in, because she was proud of doing it herself. Okay, cool. Whatever. Landlord and friend come over, walk around the apartment for a few minutes, friend is gushing about how much she loves the place and what she did with it. Yeah! me too! There were def some sapphic vibes going on, so I'm thinking "good for you too!"
A couple of weeks later, my landlord calls and says "I want you out by the end of the month." I'm like "huh, wha?" And she tries to say it was because I didn't tell her I had a cat when I moved in, despite us having that discussion and me paying her the pet deposit when asked. I explained this to her, she was adamant, tried to gaslight me, and insisted I had to get out. Turns out her "friend" fell in love with the place and was in need of a new spot BY THE END OF THE MONTH. She never told me this directly, but the downstairs neighbor heard them talking about it on their way out.
I ended up finding a much better place to land in a better neighborhood, so I wasn't screwed, but I was still incredibly pissed over the whole thing, due to the fact that she was so shitty and dishonest about the whole thing, so I delayed paying her that last month's rent until move out day because fuck her. On that day, I decided to go down to the bank and cash in the rent amount (like $350, it was the 90s) for pennies. The bank gave me rolled coins, which I promptly opened into a couple of Kroger bags. I moved all my shit out the day before, so I just met her there for a walk-through, and when she asked for the rent, I handed her the bags full of pennies. She got redhot pissed and screamed at me, said I was going to have to wait there while she counted it (first she tried to get me to count it and roll it), to which I replied "Nah, bitch. I know how much is there. Call me if it's short."