You be the judge

So none of you even caught the "on the verge of needing a lawyer" but I'll let that slide and talk about it anyway.

My ex-landlord sued me for 'damages' done to my old apartment. Can you believe that shit?
I was flabbergasted, quite frankly, because she was full of crap. I'm one of those tenants a landlord adores (remember Eduardo? he was a landlord and he said that too). Not only do I take good care of my apartment but I make improvements, with permission, as well. I figure, I may not own the place but I have to live there. When my wood screen door broke I replaced it with an aluminum storm door. I added ceiling fans to all three bedrooms. I had my sister-in-law, who was a professional landscaper, come do my yard. Yep, I'm a landlord's wet dream.

Until I move out of course and find out that my landlady is a cheapass lying cunt. What exactly, you ask, were the 'damages'? Well, in two of the rooms the carpeting need replaced because they showed worn spots.

Seriously.

Facts:
1. It was really inexpensive beige carpeting. (I'm in architecture. I know this kind of stuff).
2. I lived in this apartment for 8 years.
3. The landlord admitted that the carpeting had been in the apartment for 4 years before I moved in - making it 12 years old. Check out carpet manufacturers, you can get 5 and 7 year warranties and in rare cases, if you spend a lot, 10 years.
4. She thought I should pay the entire cost of replacing the carpet and the padding underneath at a tune of $1000. Her reasoning being that, despite the fact that the carpet warranty was years past, it was my living there that caused it to need replaced. And (I swear to God she said this) the carpeting in her house is 12 years old and it doesn't need replaced (and I so wanted to ask her if it was the same cheapass carpet she put in my apartment, but I didn't think that would sound as funny to the judge as it did to me).
5. Even though both of our names were on the lease, she only named me in the suit and not The Paperweight.
6. If the defendent doesn't show, the Plantiff automatically wins.
7. I live 3 hours away from the Magistrate's office. The Paperweight 5 minutes.

I think little Miss Slumlord was figuring she could say what she wanted, I wouldn't bother to make the drive, and she'd make out like a bandit. Ha! Little does she know I'd drive twice as far to squelch the likes of her.
So even though the hearing was at 9 am, I made the 3 hour drive up to Pennsylvania and stated my opinion.

I recently got the judgement back. What do you think was decided?