Tenant:  You have to stop bothering me about the rent!  You’ll get your money when I can pay you.

Me:  Unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way.  You signed a contract and agreed to pay the rent each month.  If you don’t pay then I have to come collect it.

Tenant:  Why are you doing this?  Don’t you get enough money out of everyone already?  Is my little payment going to keep you from buying caviar this week?  You make so much money off this property!  It’s worth millions!

Me:  Are we going to do this again?  I’ve told you repeatedly that I don’t own the building.  I just manage it.  It’s my job to make sure the tenants abide by their contracts and pay their rents.  That’s in MY contract with the property owner.  See, I have to do what is in my contract even though I really don’t want to be here having this conversation with you again.  And again.  So are you going to make a payment?

Tenant:  You are such a terrible liar.  It’s so obvious you own the property.  There’s no such thing as a job where you manage a building.  That just sounds bizarre.

Yeah, it does sound bizarre.  It felt even more bizarre after conversations like this one.

I wonder what gave me away as the millionaire property owner?  Maybe it was my 10-year-old car?  Or maybe my fancy lunches from Subway?  Or my designer Target brand sunglasses?