A few days after this misadventure concluded, two someones came a knockin' at my door in the wee hours of the morning. I opened it to find "the manager" and the lackey, the former holding a highlighted list of units throughout the complex.
I was highlighted, thus they were knocking.
I was told once more how I was in default in July's payment, etc. and so forth. The other woman, the lackey, after a moment's pause realized I was me, and that I had already given her a check for July which, according to my bank statement, had already been cashed.
Oh no problem, said "the manager", making a notation on her list. The check must not have been entered in the system yet.
And with that they were gone.
Granted, I've spent enough years working retail/service that apologies are utterly meaningless, but that doesn't imply they are not expected. Sorry for fucking up your finances, or Sorry for threatening to evict you, or Sorry for waking you up would have been nice.