Signing the lease

I'm signing for a new apartment in an old apartment complex I used to live. Wayne, my old manager from the pizza place, is the apartment manager. He hands me the lease, and I sign it. After signing the lease, I quickly realize that I don't know anything about this place yet, and that I probably shouldn't have signed for it yet! I hold on to the lease paper and start asking him questions. "What floor is it on this time?" I ask him. "The 10th," he replies. Oh... I was hoping I could be on the 3rd floor again this time, or maybe even the second. I guess that rules out the possibility of being able to use the stairs very often. I haven't even seen this apartment. My dad goes outside and starts pulling my luggage out of the van. There's a green chalk board on the wall that has my monthly rent fee written on it - $650. "Wow, that's $10 more than last time." I justify it by reminding myself of how the prices of everything are going up these days, and it's only $10. The 5 is written poorly and could be mistaken for a 6. I draw over the 5 until it looks like a man's face with spiked hair pointing straight forward, so that it looks like a 5.