A short shitlording story from my childhood It happened a long time ago, when I was a kid, probably 12 or so. I had a hammy neighbour that lived in a flat under my parents'. Like a kid, I was often running downstairs when going somewhere. While taking turns between floors I was always grasping the handrail, to be able to do them faster. One day, hammy neighbour was waddling up to the first floor and saw me running as described. Due to my method of turning the whole handrail was shaking (oh well...), so he bravely scolded me that I'm damaging it. I remember replying without thinking "I don't think that I'm the biggest cause of strain for this rail". Later got scolded by my mother for being impolite.