I wonder why it felt that way.

Yesterday I looked at an apartment that was icky on the inside but the neighborhood was nice. One of the dads even told his daughter she'd have to be scared anytime she used the laundry room. The woman from the property management company, who I strongly doubt would ever live in it herself, was showing it to a lot of people and when she asked if I wanted to take an application I said yes, and then the guy behind me took one as well, and I felt like I was accidentally lowering the standard of living for him and his son.