after a long, hard working day at your shitty minimum wage job, you enter your apartment building and start walking down the hall to your door. You’ve been struggling to pay rent recently, times have been really tough. I reach for the keys for your door when you hear someone call out for you“hey kid, we need to talk”you turn around to see Don, your landlord. His face in a sort of frustrated smolder”you’re a bit short on rent this month. any lame excuses you want to share before we discuss?”