No Angel in this Witch

Around 12:30 this afternoon, my nosey neighbor’s daughter came over to my house (without the yippy white dog) and told me I was to stay away from her mother and her yard, my kids and my little dog too!  Then she said her mother helps out around the complex and I had to listen to what she says.

Next thing I know she says, “I don’t know if you came from the city……blah blah blah”  She lost all respect and attention from me at that exact moment.

We were riding our bikes, playing yard golf, water balloon fights and squirt guns.  No one speaks to the wicked witch on the end but she loves putting her nose in everyone else’s business.  I can’t believe management puts up with her drama.

Last night Angel and her husband Dave were flipping out because I used the outside faucet (there are two on the property and I was told by HER when I moved in we could use it) to put about 2.5 inches of water into a tub for the kids to fill their squirt guns. You would have thought I was trying to fill a fucking swimming pool.  Dave immediately went to get a screwdriver and took the handle off the faucet pausing long enough to call me a bitch in the front yard with the children present.  Why couldn’t they have moved away instead of just to the end of the property?  The move did not put enough distance between them and everyone else still here.

So back to the daughter this afternoon.  In the middle of her rambling, I raised my finger for her to pause, which she did.  Then I answered Tesla’s question about my squirt gun being clogged.  When my attention was back on the wicked witches daughter I said, “You don’t even know me.” and she said, “You don’t know me!”  And began again with me keeping my dog away from Angel’s dog.  Her dog flips out whenever anyone walks by.  I started repeating “Thank you, have a great day.  Thank you, have a great day.  Thank you, have a great day”….and I added a wave.

She finally realized I had dismissed her and wasn’t listening to a damn thing she said.  She huffed off.  Her mom and the maintenance man came over to the next door apartment.  That was just rented but they didn’t move in yet.  I met the new couple and they seem very nice.  They have a 12-year-old daughter.  Tesla will love that.

As Angel and the maintenance man came out of her old home, I could hear her complaining about my plants and table on the back porch.  She has also informed everyone else with kids or grand kids that they should not be riding their bikes in her yard.  We don’t rent the yard so why she is so bent out of shape is beyond me.  As old as she is, you would think she would have something more important to do then play games on her laptop while smoking cigarettes and spying on everyone.

I got a letter in the mail this afternoon.  It said it was brought to managements attention that I am not disposing of my dog’s poop in the trash can.  I rolled my eyes….I do clean up after my dog everyday.  I can’t control the stray cats I see taking a shit back there every day.  Should I scoop their poo too?  I will let management know about the kitty’s use of the backyard.

So today was interesting….at least the daughter didn’t scream in my face, “Do you know who I fucking am?”  because I would have had to say “Nope, beats me who the fuck you are.”

I was tempted to hand her my business card so she could learn all about me.  She left pretty angry because she thought I was laughing at her.  I was laughing, but not at her.  Just the city people comment.

Just her multiple levels of ignorance made crystal clear by implying we were from the city.  I’m not exactly sure what she even means since my home is clean inside and out and we don’t talk in slang.  Hell, living here is closer to a city setting then where I lived most of my life.  I am country girl 99%, but I was born in Philadelphia so that gives me 1% city girl by birth!  😉

See how much that ignorant bitch knew?

Peace, Love and grumpy neighbors,

~P.