My house is a shitlord I hate cleaning. My wife hates cleaning. So, we decided to hire someone to come by every 2 weeks to clean our house. Lazy? Perhaps. But it's so much better having someone else do it. I contacted a few local companies to give us a free quote so we could compare and decide. No issues with the first three, and they gave us reasonable quotes that were pretty much the same. Then the fourth (and last) one showed up. She was probably 5'4" 250+. Also 30 minutes late. Fats can never be on time. What she didn't know was that my house is a shitlord. It's not large in terms of sq ft, but it does have four floors. And I was going to make fatty walk up all of them. Started on the main floor, then went to the basement, where we have our home gym. "Wow, that's a lot of equipment, you must be pretty serious about fitness!" Except it's literally just a power rack and a heavy bag. I'm not even strong. Back up to the main floor, which she already went through. But she wanted to see it again for some reason! Probably had nothing do with the fact that she was totally out of breath after climbing up the enormous height of one floor. After a break, she was ready to see what she probably thought was the last floor. We went up, and that's when she saw that there was a fourth floor. "Oh god, another one!?" She spent another 5 minutes or so resting before making the next journey up. I've never been so happy to have a fat in my house. She ended up giving us a quote that was more than double the next highest. I can't say I was surprised that she wouldn't want to come back. I love my house. No fatty will ever live here.