Then I discovered something even more useful.
Three documented complaints involving the same behavior within ninety days could trigger a formal management review.
I checked the management company’s complaint procedure.
Then I went through my phone.
Over the previous months, I had photographed several of the tea bags.
The stained towel.
The ruined cushion.
The bag that appeared the morning after Daniel promised he would stop.
Seven photographs total.
I wrote down dates and approximate times for the incidents I clearly remembered.
Then I drafted a formal complaint.
Three pages.
Chronological.
Calm.
No emotional language.
I explained what had happened.
Referenced the relevant lease provisions.
Included photographs.
And documented both attempts I had made to resolve the issue directly.
It was an excellent letter.
The sort of letter that doesn’t need anger because the facts are already doing the work.
I submitted it Tuesday evening.
Then I set my alarm.
