I'm listening to my property managers managers fight as they move their stuff out to a moving van. I can't not, they're pretty loud.
Ah, now she's locked him outside. That's real mature.
Update. Turns out that locking somebody outside and refusing to talk to them or let them in, when they have access to a truck that contain most of your earthly possessions, is neither bright nor wise.
But then, she never really struck me as super high-wattage type.