Regular readers of this blog will remember tales of my “neighbour from hell”. She and I share a driveway. Our car ports are side-by-side, with no dividing wall. She is a very angry and hostile woman.
She has cursed me out on many occasions. She has called me an “s.o.b”; a “m-f”; a “white m.f.” – and many other nasty things.
I sometimes wonder if she is mentally ill, or if she is a problem drinker.
The there are days on which I think that she is simply mean and nasty.
This “neighbour from hell” has, from time to time, engaged various “handymen”.
I have noted that after a week or so of work, she would yell and scream at these folk.
It’s not that I am nosy - but I have been unable escape this “yelling and screaming”. She yells and screams from within her home, and I hear it from inside mine.
I heard it again last week. I could not miss it as she yelled and screamed at a “30-something” young man, who had been doing some work in her car-port. I watched as he left her home. His shoulders were down. He seemed to be very dejected.
When I returned from a shopping trip today I saw that he was back, for he had parked his SUV in a way which blocked my driveway. He quickly apologised and moved his SUV.
I made a guess about the situation and whispered: “Has she shafted you?” “Yes” he replied, “for $200, and she called me very name under the sun”. I told him that this did not surprise me since I also had been tongue-lashed by her.
He commended my patience with such a neighbour. I confessed that I was not particularly patient, but that I had learned to keep utterly silent in the face of her verbal abuse.
My heart went out to him. I hate the fact that he has been treated in such a shitty way.
I was frustrated with my own powerlessness to help this young man.