Raise My Rent and I'll Raise Hell

I've been running a grilled fish restaurant in Millennium Square for six years now. Each time the queue for my restaurant gets noticeably longer, the mall management comes knocking on my door to raise the rent. At 5:00 pm today, the waiting list for my restaurant reaches the 200th table. I instruct my staff to prepare three additional cases of fish. At 6:00 pm, Walt Sutton, the mall manager, shows up at my office and slams a new lease contract onto my desk. "Congratulations, Mr. Connor. The mall's foot traffic has multiplied by three times this month," he says while pointing at the third page of the contract. "As it is, the mall is having a hard time keeping up with all the extra maintenance needs, so your rent will have to be increased by 50%." I glance at the contract. "That's not what we agreed on last time," I remark. "That was then, and this is now. You've got three days to decide whether you're signing the contract." In just six years, the rent has already doubled from 10 thousand to 20 thousand. Now, he wants to increase it by another 50%. After he leaves, I grab my phone and make a call. "Hey, Mr. Whitman, it's me. About that spot you offered to me in Avant Plaza, I'll be ready to move in after three days."