punkjr

Aye, that it is. I can't offer much in the way of advice on that, and even if I could, by your third meeting with a leasing agent any semblance of civility would have been replaced by a morbid curiosity to see just how many times you'd have to stab someone in the neck with a fountain pen before they bled out.

Dante consigns leasing agents (figuratively speaking, of course) to the space between the gates of Hell and Acheron. It's all right there in black and white: Vestibule: Opportunists. There you have it, literary corroboration of their villainy.

Tell me about it.