1Samantha, like many renters, is tired of . One reason is that her annual rent goes up like clockwork. Every year her landlord raises the rent five percent. Another reason is her neighbors. New neighbors always seem to be inconsiderate than the ones who moved out, she said. My first neighbor was a door slammer; I always knew when he came home or left home. After he moved out, a saxophonist moved in. A saxophonist! He practiced two a day. On Saturday his friends would come over and I d get to listen to a whole band. I called the police, but they said saxophone playing is permitted in apartments for up to four hours a day, saxophone playing is job related. They told me I was lucky that the guy was only playing two hours a day!
There are many renters, but there are also happy renters. I ve been lucky my whole life, said Howard, a middle aged man. My neighbors couldn t have been any if I had picked them myself. One neighbor was a chef. He d bring me the best leftovers in the world. Another neighbor was a pianist. She played the most delightful . Another neighbor was a mechanic who did my tune ups and changed the oil in my car. My latest neighbor is a birder; we go birding every with our binoculars.
Different persons have different attitudes. Samantha the saxophone player as irritating, yet Howard saw the piano player as delightful. Millions of people would be happy just to have a roof over their head. Yet there are millions who would complain that their is the wrong color.
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