Why I don't own a house.

Because if I did, I would've been charged a ridiculously enormously scary amount of money for the repair guy to come out and look at my oven to determine the problem, whereas being a renter, I merely got a phone call from my building manager advising me to try this and that. And "this" ended up working. Which means homemade pizza for dinner!

And THAT, my friends, is why I don't own a house.