I lived in this old place in Cleveland, and for three months I told my landlord about a slow drip under the kitchen sink. He kept saying it added 'character' to the apartment and that I should just put a bucket there (seriously). Then one Tuesday at 2am the whole ceiling in the hallway crashed down, soaking my couch and ruining my rug. He had the nerve to ask if I had renter's insurance after that. Has anyone else had a landlord ignore obvious damage until it became a disaster?
I moved into a duplex in Portland last October and told the landlord about a slow drip in the toilet tank on day one. Four months later, after flushing with a bucket because the bowl kept overflowing, he finally sent a plumber who found a cracked fill valve that should've taken 15 minutes to swap. How do these guys stay in business when basic maintenance turns into a months-long headache?