Yeah, I feel petty, quibbing over a couple dollars, but that's a loaf of bread, or a dozen eggs or a gallon of gas, in practical terms. *sigh*

I just hope, if they do go, that whoever comes in next is quiet and hard-working and child-free. (I can deal with the dog, it's not like it's the only woofer in the neighborhood. I'd rather that than kids, honestly.)