Gotta love this gal
My neighbor lady is extremely hard to get along with. About two months ago, the old fella that I share a foyer with died. So recently the workers have been ripping up carpets, doing floors, painting, etc. Well, they used one of my trash cans and set it out for pickup. The snow melted where it was and caused it to tip over (we also had high winds that night). So when I came home and saw it, I set it up and put stuff back in it. Message lite blinking on phone machine. Neighbor that I share a bed room wall with, was telling me that my trash was tipped over. That I really should pick it up. Okay.. Next morning, I returned her call and thanked her for calling.
A few days later, again, she calls, said, she was in her foyer and over heard me talking with my mother (who shares the entry with her) She heard me say her boy friends name, and then she heard me say her name. That if I had any questions and needed to know anything about her, I should ask her not my mother. Well, I said, I met Fred leaving her apartment and said hi. Told my mother that I did, she is 85 very hard of hearing, she said, what? I said that I met Carolyns friend Fred on the walk way. I told her that I didn't have any questions, that her life wasn't of that great interest to me.
Lets back up. The phone rings in the middle of the night, like 2am.. It's this lady. She can hear my mothers toilet, leaking and it was up to me to go over there to fix it. Midnight phone calls are scary to start with. Knee jerk reaction was, why is it up to me, I'm not the handy man. She said, well your her daughter and I can't sleep listening to it. I hung up. Yeah, you got it, now I can't sleep. So after a while, I put on a coat, hat, boots take my key and trudge over there. Let myself in, go in and rattle the handle till it stops. This has been an on going problem for three years.
Then I bang on her door like a fireman. Must have almost given her a heart attack, she comes to the door and I said, it's fixed you happy now? Next time call management, not me. Well, your her daughter it's up to you to fix it, I can't sleep with it going. So, I say, that makes it right for you to interrup my sleep, so now two people can't sleep? Well, you her daughter you have to take care of things for her. Nope,, I don't. I pay my rent too. Then the clincher, I said, so would that make it right for me to call your son in the wee hours of the morning, wake him up to complain that you woke me up? He's your son?
What a nut! Every time she calls it is to complain about something. She complained about the man that lived in this apartment before me. He had oxygen, breathing equipment and weigh in at 500 pounds. She hated him complained all the time. Well he had finally gone to a nursing home, lost 300 pounds and died yesterday. Ouch... now she's got this long face and sad. she loves doom. and she was broken hearted that he died, yeah right. and even more broken hearted that I already knew it.
The old fella that I shared the foyer with hated her. Well he used to ride to church with my Mom. One day he didn't go. So this lady calls his brother and gives them h*ll for it. The last words he said to me, was she's a b*tch. She is not a nice person.
She is a lonely bitter lady and is a real thorn in anyones side. I'm nice to her, mostly and thank her for telling me stuff. Never ask her anything, cause it gets her mad that anyone could be so mean to ask her things. (shaking my head) she is tiresome aggrivating and miserable. Terribly unlikeable. But by golly she loves my cat.