“Sorry to bother you, Natalie,” you say with a worried face. “My bathtub is overflowing with sewage. Bigfoot won’t return my texts or calls. Do you know how to reach him?”
“I dunno,” Natalie says. “I’ve been in the building 31 years and rarely ever hear from him. I just mail my rent checks to the woods and hope for the best. Have you tried the woods?”
You thank Natalie for her help. She mutters something about you listening to podcasts a little quieter, then shuts the door.