Stoneleigh at Gracy Farms is where I have lived for almost two years. Today I walked into the leasing office and had the following exchange:
Manager: How can I help you?
Me: I have a busted flapper.
Manager: Which one?
Me: In the master.
Manager: Okay, I'll put in a work order. 816, right?
Me: Yup. Thanks!
Now that's good service. Not only did she instantly know what I meant by "a busted flapper," she knew my apartment number. I can't believe how cheap the rent is, too. If I had a roommate paying half of it I would be rich indeed.