Icalled the landlord Friday (the one who calls me "Sweetie") and told him that my refrigerator wouldn't close all the way.
He came over. Looked at the Fridge.
LL - How long have you lived here?
Me - 17 years.
LL - Well I have to go to Sometown today & I'll pick up a new fridge for you and bring it by this evening.
Me - Ok!
There was nothing wrong with the fridge other than we couldn't get it to stay closed all the way...
When he came back he told me that I'm getting a new oven on Monday.
That is all. :-)