Every single time...

For some reason, every time [Львица] or I leave the apartment building, some small crisis occurs. Tonight, a pilot light was out in #2 while [Львица] was out to dinner with her dad, so half the building smelled like gas. I relit it and that seemed to do the trick, though the smell of gas still lingered as #106 came up and expressed her concern.

This building is insane. I'm beginning to hate this job.