Dear Management,

First, let me applaud your unbelievably fast response to my letter. I had been under the impression it would most likely never be seen.

However, your response puzzles me. I find myself unable to comprehend the humor in your response to my letter... if indeed it is humor and not outright mockery.

"That which you refer to as acrid, is in fact, the natural bouquet that is present all over this fine and orderly countryside. We, the management, can do nothing to effect any changes with regards to your inability to appreciate the natural breezes which pass through the property. However, we are confident that you will grow to become accustomed to it and it should trouble you no more."

You mean the smell of rotton eggs!? That "natural bouquet"? What exactly is in the country side which would make that kind of smell? It is of such a density that my clothes now reek of it. I can hardly smell anything but the acrid odor!

I also do not appreciate the defeatist and helpless act. I mean, who writes replies like this:

"We can only do so much as Management, but if you'd like, we can escalate your matters higher up. Though you must be warned, they are quite the cunning devils so make your discussion with them brief, guarded, and above all else... free of want."

If this is management's way of forcing me to back down, I can certainly bring my lawyers into the picture as well.

Ever increasingly frustrated,

Resident of room #439522