You know when an old prewar building in Manhattan is bought by a developer and all the new tenants are cool yuppies, except there’s one old rent-control crone left over from the Depression? And the landlord really wants to evict her but because of tenant rights has to pretend like “No, we love Crelga; she’s so colorful and full of attitude. I love her Depression stories!,” but secretly they are thinking of ways to have her replaced by John Stamos?
