Boy, I don't miss the old apartments
At one, the Landlord turned off the heat in the hallways. During the winter the pipes on the floor below us burst and I awoke to see a chain of firefighters channelling the waterfall down the stairs.
Another was on the top floor of a house. It was fine overall but the landlord was a hoarder and you had to squeeze through a cave of garbage bags and boxes in the basement to get to the washer and dryer. It was a big old mansion but the entire basement, save for the laundry area near the door was completely impassable.
The landlord also made us take off our shoes at the ground floor entry because she was worried about us tracking in lead and poisoning her children.
I always laughed at my friend's apartment in which the kitchen was literally in the closet. You stepped in and the stove was on your right, the sink on the left and two cabinets were above on each wall.
My wife lived in one on the ground floor and next to a parking lot that was popular for a nearby nightclub. Everynight after Last-Call, it filled up with noisy, drunken douche-bags getting into fights and revving their engines. During the winter we would be woken up by the snow plows scraping it clear at 4:30 in the morning.
Good times!