It’s that funny intersection where abstractions meet the real world. We assume that the guy with the keys collecting the rent checks is authorized to lease it out because it’s just too expensive to assume otherwise. But sometimes that assumption is wrong and man, what a mess that turns out to be.

Similarly, it’s like if I get back to my house tonight and someone has changed the locks on the front door, I’m pretty sure I could ultimately verify that, yes, I’m the owner, but I sure am glad that due to social norms or inertia or the sheer hassle of being a squatter that is not something I have to deal with on a regular basis.