My landlord was pretty awesome, in that he fixed things if they needed to be fixed but otherwise left his tenants the hell alone. Rent was a few days late? Not a problem! Silverfish and spiders popping up? Someone would have sprayed the place two days later. Etc.
He liked *me* because I pretty much never called him. Apparently everyone else bitched and moaned about the hot hot summer heat that flooded our hot hot non-air-conditioned building. I assumed that since I was well aware of my place’s lack of AC when I signed my lease, my sweaty discomfort was thereby my *own* problem. Turns out I could have called him to complain and he would have bought a window AC unit for me. Instead, I just pranced around in my underwear, which in retrospect was definitely the more fun route.
Also, I apparently have a "winning smile." ::rolling eyes in disbelief::
But yeah. I puttied the gaping holes in the drywall caused by my stupid curtain brackets but didn’t paint them because a) the paint cans mysteriously disappeared from the back stairwell and b) the entire unit had needed to be repainted since before I moved in, anyway. Also, in my overzealous effort to remove the cat ledge from the windowsill, a wide strip of paint came off with it.
The Venetian blinds (old as fuck and I hated them with a passion) were a bit broken– one set in terms of functionality, another in terms of THREE SLATS HALF-BROKEN OFF– and then there’s the matter of vacuuming.
Let me just say this: it is *one* thing to have a vacuum cleaner that doesn’t pick anything up. It is *quite* another to have a vacuum cleaner that sucks up all the crap from the carpet, then surreptitously spits it back out when you’re not looking. Particularly helpful when you’re trying to get the (clean) cat litter that was kicked all over the place– and *especially* particularly helpful when you’re vacuuming one hour before inspection time– but in the end, the leftover messy bits were only noticeable if your face was six inches from the floor. 
My landlord came in that Tuesday morning, gave the place a quick once-over, then wrote me a check for my full deposit. He rationalized, and I quote: "Eh, they’re" (the new tenants) "guys. It’s clean enough for guys."
BEST. LANDLORD. EVER.
 These instances aside– let me defend myself and clarify that everything else was spotlessly clean. I’m not a slob, really.