Nutty Neighbor’s
My neighbor’s are for themost part ‘normal’. Except Mrs. M across the street. This is a lady that has known my family for years from the old neighborhood in the ghetto. A couple of years ago she just happened to buy the house across the street for me. She’s kinda like Mrs. Kravits from Bewitched. Mrs. M talks too much, chain smokes and is always trying to bum rides. Neighbor’s scatter like roaches when she comes out of the house. Don’t even get me started on the drunk crack head of a son she has living there.
I was leaving the house this evening and I look up to see Mrs. M running down the street towards me. SHIT!!! Busted. She wants a ride to the bingo hall. I tell her that I can’t. I’m on my way to pick up AC from a friend’s house and that I have a roast in the oven. Maybe next time. The crazy old bat hops into my car anyway. She insists that I can at least drop her off at the bus stop. I insisted that she at least put out the cigarette. YUCK!!!
I pick up my son and head to the bus stop. When we get there she notices that her bus is about to leave. Mrs. M starts yelling for me to pull my car in front of the bus to keep it from leaving. WHAT?! Who tells people to pull in front of a bus? I pull over to the curb and tell her to get out there.
Sometimes, I am just amazed at the nerve of people. Personally, I have a hard time asking people for favors. Other people have no problem not just asking for favors but insisting that you do them by not taking no for answer. Then they don’t even appreciate the fact that you just went out of your way for them. And they don’t seemt to care how much it inconvience’s you. Guess need to start parking in the garage or it’s time to move.
Sorry. Had to bitch.
hey you didn’t tell me about that what a picky one to tell you that she is taking her somewhere
it’s ok to bitch