1. When you run out of toilet paper at 10:00 pm and you can't find any more anywhere even after checking the linen closet four times just in case you or someone else missed it the other times, rather than calling down to the front desk, you have to explain to your teenage boys that they CAN NOT use entire sheets of paper towel because they will clog the toilet and you haven't found a plunger either and I am VERY SERIOUS about this so act like you're listening to me!!
2. When you are staying in an old building with centralized steam heat that does not switch from winter-mode to summer-mode for another two week so the heat comes radiating out beyond your control and you know when it's going to start up because it is preceded by 5 minutes of regulated knocking noises as the <some mechanical device> primes and this starts at 5 am in the morning, and you're in Seattle during the only week of the year that it is 80 degrees; in a hotel you can call down to the front desk and they'll send up someone who will act like he's fixing the problem and will listen to you in a very concerned manner as you explain to him that you are very very hot and the whole process will make you feel better. In a condo, your husband will explain the intricacies of the heating system, open a window and walk away. Even though you're still really really HOT.
The very best part of renting a condo is:
Sitting in the kitchen, having coffee and listening to a fellow resident trying to get his wife's little yap dog (and it was definitely his wife's) across the back lot into the pet area and he's talking to it in a little sing-song voice, "Come on, Princess, come on, no, no, over here, come on, come on you fucking little bitch....." It just makes your entire day.
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