Apartment Manager: Well, hi Mr. Brown. How's your apartment working out for you?
Tenant: Well Mr. Nelson. That's what I would like to talk to you about. (What?) Well, I want to talk to you about that noise! (Oh) You see. Would you mind talking to the tenant in 4B and ask him to keep his music down, especially after 10:00 o'clock at night?
Apartment Manager: Ohhh. Who me?
Tenant: Why yes. The music is blaring almost every night, and it
should be your job as manager to take care of these things.
Apartment Manager: Hey, I just collect the rent. Besides, the man living there is the owner's son, and he's a walking refrigerator. (Well . . .) Hey, I'll see what I can do. Anything else?
Tenant: Well, yes. Could you talk to the owners of the property next door about the pungent odor drifting this way.
Apartment Manager: Well, the area is zoned for agricultural and livestock use, so there's nothing much I can do about that.
Tenant: Well, what about the . . . . That, that noise.
Apartment Manager: What noise? I don't hear anything.
Tenant: There, there it is again.
Apartment Manager: What noise?
Tenant: That noise.
Apartment Manager: Oh, that noise. I guess the military has resumed its exercises on the artillery range.
Tenant: You have to be kidding. Can't anything be done about it?
Apartment Manager: Why certainly. I've protested this activity, and these weekly (Weekly!) activities should cease . . . within the next three to five years.
Tenant: Hey, you never told me about these problems before I signed the rental agreement.