We’ve been pestering our manager (and vicariously, the owner) for about three months now, asking for an oven that doesn’t leak gas. Ethan gave a written repair request to our landlord this afternoon – typed on an old-school typewriter, because we’re out of printer ink.
(Drumroll, please…) R.C. Willey called an hour later to set up a delivery time for this coming Monday!
And cue the happy dance: