I had my first run in this week with a tenant who shall henceforth be known as Crazy Toilet Paper Lady. I kid you not, Crazy Toilet Paper Lady called three times in five minutes complaining that there was no toilet paper (I guess she was upset that the parking attendant is incapable of magically teleporting three stories up to refill tp). Then she yelled at our parking attendant for not bringing up enough toilet paper (only a quarter roll due to the fact that the after-hours janitorial staff forgot to refill the supply cabinet with tp). Then she called three more times in the next twenty minutes and sent my manager an email to make sure we knew just how unacceptable the situation was to her.

All I could think all afternoon was, "Jesus lady how much toilet paper do you need to wipe your butt??" I don't think I want to know the answer to that question.

Another strange occurence: Someone appears to be crumbling up Ruffles potato chips at night and feeding them to one of our tenant's very expensive fish. Tenant suspects cleaning crew but they thought we were nuts when we asked them if one of their people was feeding a fish potato chips. I can't say I blame them.