A neighbor across the street from my rental texted me at 3:35pm on a Saturday to say something had been beeping inside my property all day and my tenants appeared to be gone.
I drove over, let myself in, and found three smoke alarms stacked on the garage floor with the top one screaming away. No fire. No sparking. Just a pile of dead alarms nobody had told me about.
I’ve written about that whole episode and my tenant’s response, which was interesting. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized I had focused on the wrong person.
The tenant wasn’t the story. The neighbor was.
A woman with zero financial interest in my property spent her…
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