You've Got It in Spades

i woke up one morning to find a jumbled mess of large, dirty footprints on my kitchen floor. The night before some dick weasel had stolen a car and ditched it in our underground parking garage beneath a clearly residential building. So as any reasonable human would do, i hid in my closet and then called my landlord to leave a casual message asking if he'd come in to do some very normal early morning maintenance. He called me back a minute later and just said, in the most bewildered voice, are you kidding me? It's generosity. You've got it in spades.