Just went to the bank to handle some fiat bullshit with the wife. After sitting down, the banker said he knew me. He gets my mail. All in all, he is a pleasant person, and i dont mean to talk shit about him personally at all. But turns out, he bought the house my landlord sold while I had been renting, with the landlord only giving 2 weeks notice last year, this house never went on the public market. Stacking with a vengeance got a new, personal meaning for me today.