I live in a mobile home surrounded by horse farms. Incredibly peaceful and pretty. But only as long as the landlady will rent the place. I'm really at her mercy. The reason I can't get our furnace fixed is because if I complain to her about it she can just toss us out and get somebody else,..she made sure we understood that.. we are supposed to shut up and fix our problems ourselves or we are history..
The landlord where my cafe was wouldn't fix the furnace. I could actually heat that joint with one of those 1500 oil-filled space heaters. The machines gave off some heat and once a bunch of people came in, it warmed up. That greedy prick. I turned that ugly little building of his into a show piece, broke my leg in the process and won an award from the city for neighborhood beautification on the high seas.