I think I’ve said it before, but I love my landlord. When we flooded out, he offered to replace anything that was destroyed or to pay for the cleaning of anything that required professional cleaning. He’s never raised our rent, despite the fact that our posh location could easily garner a couple hundred more bucks a month in this real estate market.
And today he sent over a brand-new replacement A/C unit with the handyman because ours had died.
Yes, we live in a basement unit in a city built on a swamp, and the dehumidifying aspects of the A/C does help to keep things drier than they would be otherwise. But I have to think that most landlords are going to tell you to buy your own replacement if your window unit goes belly up.
Particularly a fancy one with a timer and a remote control.
So, yes, I *heart* my landlord.