I read recently that you know you’re a landlord when you can evict someone on Christmas. I laughed, because I actually did that once.
I rented to a young woman with two kids, who had left her abusive husband. They “reconciled”, and he moved in, but they were fighting so much that everyone in the building was calling me. It wasn’t that they were fighting so much as it was actually him beating the crap out of her, accompanied by loud crashing into walls – my walls. (Not surprisingly, her beautiful mother used to get beat regularly by her ugly, skinny father who thought he was Hot Sh-t. It was a real Ike & Tina story, but one left for another time.)
When they wouldn’t stop and we couldn’t stand it any longer, I took them to court to evict them. The case came up right around Christmas, and even though I won the eviction, the judge took me aside and said he was going to give them a few extra weeks because it was Christmas.
Even a Jewish judge had more Christmas spirit than I did. (But, then again, he didn’t have to live next door to them.)