You can put your weeed in there

So I recently moved a new tenant into an apartment that shares the hallway with my leasing office. She is young, cute, soft spoken, and pleasant mannered. She had just moved into town from Chicago and this is her first apartment. She has a decent job and is the niece of one of my other tenants. He is a good guy and has been a great tenant, so this is a nice reference to have. Still, my spidy-sense was tingling about moving her in right by the office. I have learned to trust my instincts in this job and it normally serves me pretty well. But, as it turned out, this was the only apartment I had ready at the time and she was in somewhat of a hurry to move in. So, in she went.

All was well. For the first few weeks I didn't hear much out of her and very rarely saw her. This is a good thing by the way. Some of my favorite tenants are the ones that I barely know their names. Why? Because I don't have to hound them for their rent and they don't complain about crap.

Back to my story. La la la, life is good. Then one day I smell it. It starts to creep under my office door at first. Then, when I open the door it punches me in the nose. The smell of pot is undeniable. I have never partaken myself, but I lived in a college dorm long enough to know it well.
"Dude, he's rockin' the ganja!"

Now, I'm no prude. Far be it from me to get in the way of a little "relax time." But across from the leasing office, and in the middle of the day? Come on for crap's sake!
Hello and welcome to the apartment community. That smell? Why, that's just the way we roll around here.
I opened the hall window, spayed some odor neutralizer and hoped this would be an isolated occurrence.

About a week later the hall fills with what smells like burning shit. My maintenance guy, who was a user in a previous life, informs me that the smell is Jamaican skunk grass. Who knew? Remember the time when I told you this job teaches me things I never wanted to know? Well, this was one of those instances.

Now, the maintenance guy can speak to the tenants from an "unofficial" standpoint; whereas I am seen as a direct representation of the company. So I have him mention the situation to her in a casual way. He informs her that the smell is going into the hallway. She seems surprised and almost embarrassed. He even gives her tips on making it less obvious. Does this solve the situation? Hells no. Next comes the following letter from me:

Dear (tenant),

This letter is regarding the smell of an apparent illegal narcotic coming from your apartment and filling the building hallway on a repeated basis. This occurrence must come to an immediate end. Please know that this is taken very seriously and is putting your tenancy at risk. We enjoy having you as a tenant and would hate to see you lose your apartment for this reason. Thank you in advance for your prompt attention to this matter.

The next phase is for Captain Brilliant (aka The Pot Head Tenant) to... stop smoking weed in her apartment you ask? No, no silly reader. She sticks a lit stick of incense in the doorbell outside of her door. That's right, lit on the outside of her apartment. That way it can ash down onto the hallway carpet below. After a quick bang on her door she opens with a surprised look.
"You can't do this," I say holding up the incense.
"I'm sorry, I wanted it to smell better," she says sounding all hurt.
"I appreciate that, but I'd rather not burn the building down in the process," I scold back.

Her days are numbered.