My Entitled Ex-landlord Refuses to Return a Washing Machine and Dishwasher I Bought — I Taught Him a Good Lesson

When Paige moved into her old apartment, she instantly noticed the lack of a washing machine and dishwasher. She decided to buy her own appliances, thinking it was a simple solution. But when she tried to take them with her upon moving out, her entitled ex-landlord refused to let her go without a fight, not knowing she had a lesson in store for him.

At 25, getting my own place was a breath of fresh air, especially after living under the thumb of Mr. Grady, my old landlord, for a year. Let me tell you, it’s quite the story.

My old apartment didn’t have a washing machine or a dishwasher. Mr. Grady had a smug look on his face, thinking he was doing me a huge favor by renting it out. The place was small, with paint peeling off the walls and old furniture. It hadn’t been cleaned in weeks.

After moving in, I bought my own washing machine and dishwasher, taking a big chunk of my savings. Fast forward a month, I found a better apartment closer to work and gave Mr. Grady the required notice. On moving day, as I was removing my washing machine, Mr. Grady barged in and demanded I leave them, threatening to deduct their cost from my security deposit. I stood firm, got my friend Kevin to help, and removed the essential parts, leaving the shells behind. Mr. Grady learned a lesson in respecting other people’s property.

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