French Doors, Part Trois

Well, tomorrow will make it one week to the day since the window broke. No sign of the landlord. The realtor had an open house yesterday, and my schaudenfreuda regrets not being here to see the expression on her face when she saw the giant piece of cardboard and 8 yards of duct tape covering the massive hole in the back door.

We could call the property manager *again*, but in another week it's not our problem.