I found The Perfect Apartment for the Perfect Price.
The owner was in Cyprus and basically looking for somebody to take care of it while he was away.
The owner wanted a deposit in exchange for the keys.
The deposit was sent, the keys weren’t, because The Perfect Apartment does not, in fact, exist.
wtf? This really sucks.
…. maybe you’ll feel better when I tell you my own sad story. Because my stupidity is even worse. And far more expensive. Mulitply by, well, 10. And if you hear a very loud and very unpleasant cracking sound its just me banging my head against the wall.
We decided to turn on the heating in our house in the mountains in our absence as a constant temperature is good for a building. Unluckily, well, one of us seems to have forgotten to close the window.
So there was the heating system, trying to keep a room temperature of 15°C with the window open in one of the coldest winters ever (let’s say -15°C was normal.).
… I hope you feel better. Because I, well, am very annoyed by my unability to perform a code red on myself.