In which Phoebe gets a ward. The poor unfortunate soul. [locked]
Phoebe Donovan is not a happy camper.
Not that she even likes camping anyway. She and the wild life don't get along.
Seriously, Chicago. There aren't many people that are able to get on Phoebe's nerves but her landlord is definitely one of them. Honestly, you don't pay the rent for four months and suddenly being alive is a crime! She promised she would pay someday. The problem is, Phoebe doesn't ever charge her customers at her flower shop. She just gives the flowers away.
It makes people happy, okay?
Well, not everyone. As Phoebe stands in the middle of a bustling street being honked at by angry drivers, Landlord From Hell keeps tossing Phoebe's clothes out the tenth-story window. Phoebe secretly thinks he's a Death Eater. Thank you, spawn of Voldemort, for letting onlookers know she likes wearing thongs. "I should be really mad at you right now but I won't be. Because you're old and you have that big ass wart and you go home to like, a lizard. Anybody who leads your kinda life warrants the right to be totes pissed about it. You can't ask for a life refund, after all. Just stop throwing away my clothes!"
Why does this anger the man more? Phoebe's only expressing her understanding. A shirt falls on top of a parked car, dresses pile up on the sidewalk, shoes scatter at the front steps.
Geez.
Not that she even likes camping anyway. She and the wild life don't get along.
Seriously, Chicago. There aren't many people that are able to get on Phoebe's nerves but her landlord is definitely one of them. Honestly, you don't pay the rent for four months and suddenly being alive is a crime! She promised she would pay someday. The problem is, Phoebe doesn't ever charge her customers at her flower shop. She just gives the flowers away.
It makes people happy, okay?
Well, not everyone. As Phoebe stands in the middle of a bustling street being honked at by angry drivers, Landlord From Hell keeps tossing Phoebe's clothes out the tenth-story window. Phoebe secretly thinks he's a Death Eater. Thank you, spawn of Voldemort, for letting onlookers know she likes wearing thongs. "I should be really mad at you right now but I won't be. Because you're old and you have that big ass wart and you go home to like, a lizard. Anybody who leads your kinda life warrants the right to be totes pissed about it. You can't ask for a life refund, after all. Just stop throwing away my clothes!"
Why does this anger the man more? Phoebe's only expressing her understanding. A shirt falls on top of a parked car, dresses pile up on the sidewalk, shoes scatter at the front steps.
Geez.