I rent out the basement apartment of my house.
My tenant, a guy in his twenties named Mark, was usually great.
But last month, the rent didn't come.
He started avoiding me.
Parking down the street. Dashing inside.
On the 10th, I knocked on his door.
He opened it looking like he hadn't slept in days.
"I know," he said, holding up his hands. "I lost my job at the warehouse. I'm packing. I'll be out by Sunday."
He looked defeated.
"Mark," I said. "I know. Don't worry about the rent."
I explained that I bought the warehouse, fired all the staff, and replaced everyone with automated warehouse robots.
I'm about to make a fortune on this deal.
"So anyway Mark, I'm so rich I don't even need rent from you. I'm turning this apartment into a man cave. You have 2 hours to get out."
I generously gave Mark 10 days of free rent.
One of the most generous gifts he'll ever get in his life.
All the robots at the warehouse stood up and applauded me.