My relationship with my neighbor was difficult from the very beginning. I still hope that they will come into balance, and this aunt will finally stop digging into me.
Judging by recent events, I have every chance to rein her in. In my life I would not have thought of such a move, but the neighbor herself suggested it.
My neighbor is regarding fifty years old, but she behaves like an ancient old woman with mental problems. Managed to get into a fight with me the first day I moved in.
I didn’t like her noise at three o’clock in the followingnoon, then I was just sorting things out. A neighbor came running, spitting and yelling that she actually had a weekend, and she wanted to relax, and not listen to me rumble around here.
And what did I especially rumble regarding? Dropped a couple of times, but that’s it. Well, I also walked around the apartment in slippers, ordinary, not some kind of stilettos.
In my understanding, I didn’t make any noise at all, I didn’t even turn on the music through the speakers, I limited myself to headphones. But the neighbor still found something to dig into me because of.
From that day on, we constantly have scandals with her. Either my cat infuriates her by jumping loudly around the apartment, then I stomp, then it does not suit me that I am talking on the phone.
He always hammers into the batteries, into the ceiling, or comes to swear in person. Once the police were called, deciding that it was my disco, although the party was at her neighbors downstairs. How she managed to get it wrong, I don’t know.
Sometimes I really wanted to learn how to tap dance in order to “please” my neighbor with this skill. But I tried to live according to the postulates that my parents hammered into me at one time – a bad world is better than a good quarrel. The world was no longer there, but I would not want to aggravate the situation.
Therefore, I continued to greet my neighbor if I saw her, did not make a noise to spite her, courageously endured all her attacks and unfounded claims.
And recently I even made a compliment to a neighbor. She usually only painted her lips with disgusting carrot lipstick, which does not suit her, but here she appeared like a straight lady from high society.
Apparently, she was going to some kind of holiday, so the neighbor was with a haircut, with good makeup, in some interesting dress.
I ran into a neighbor at the exit from the entrance, said hello and noted that she just looks wonderful today. Well, actually, she looked unusually good.
The neighbor muttered something, went on, and I went home. Half an hour later, I didn’t even remember that I had seen a neighbor and said something to her.
The next day, I was getting ready for work, when I heard some fuss near my door. I looked into the peephole and did not understand anything.
On the stairs in front of my door stood a neighbor and muttering something poured something on my door mat. Well, that’s still not enough!
I opened the door, the neighbor recoiled, and then raised her face to me. There was a picture “morning in a Chinese village” – a neighbor had two narrow slits instead of eyes, and her whole face was somehow swollen.
– Hexed me, witch! Thanks to your work, I now look so “wonderful”! – The neighbor hissed and poured something on me that she was holding in her hands. After that, she quickly left, and I remained standing, not understanding what the hell happened.
As it turned out, a neighbor poured salt on my rug. As I read at work, this is the first remedy once morest evil spirits. A neighbor, apparently, thinks that I’m just evil spirits.
And she made such a conclusion, apparently, because I paid her a compliment, and then she swelled up. Although I’m sure it’s the fault of an allergy to something, perhaps cosmetics.
But my neighbor has been thinking of me as a witch ever since. She stopped saying hello, at the sight of me she spits, crosses herself, once she even showed a fig.
She stopped walking and arguing with me, but now there is always some kind of salt, cinders and other garbage either on the rug or under the rug. I don’t even know which is better – garbage or swearing.
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