I'm amongst friends right?
that my neighbor.. is a crack head.
Now, Rocksee.. that's a pretty serious thing to say.. are you sure..??
Well for starters.. she looks like this.Again.. I don't judge.. But secondly.. she came to my door THREE times tonight. Knocking incessantly. The first time I had just woken up about 8 pm. The lights were off and I was just laying in bed trying to decide if I wanted to get up. Hubs was still asleep. (did I tell you he works nights too? well he does if I didn't)
BAM BAM BAM..
I don't get up.
A. If you know us. You know better than to come by our house at 8pm on a work day.
B. There are some kids in the complex who knock on the door to be funny. I just let them bang till they go away. I mean there 3. It's no biggie.
and C. I just wasnt in the mood to answer the door.
A little time passes, probably I'd say 30 minutes. By now, I've gotten up, but was still slushing around the house in the dark., playing on my cell, texting.. but still there is no sign that anyone is home and awake.
BAM BAM BAM!!
Again, I'm debating getting it.. But I am curious now because they've come back a second time. I look out the window and see NeighborGurl in front of my door. I stand there for a minute, cursing, because I've had a run in with this girl before about buying some of our furniture and lets just say it didn't end pretty. I gave her a price, which was well below fair, just to get rid of the stuff, made it clear to her that she couldn't have it til we left AND she still came at me like she deserved to have it for free. TOTALLY rubbed me wrong. She then harassed me for weeks about it and gave me way low ball offers and Hubs had to go and tell her boyfriend to make sure that I wasn't willing to sell her the stuff and she needed to kick rocks.
But apparently, she didn't get the hint.
Crackheads are like that you know.
She's out there tapping her foot, dressed in a old bikini top and some weird MC Hammer pants that I didn't quite understand.
But I do open it.. and she is gone.. Poof.. Crack head be gone!
I sit down, thinking that maybe she'd figured out we weren't home. (or just weren't going to answer the door)
BUT THEN: She comes back.
BOOM BOOOOOOM BOOOMMMM BOOOOOOOOOOMM
Ok, NOW you've made me mad.
Hubs is now semi awake.. and if Poppa Bear wakes up from his slumber the whooole world better watch out.
I stand up, with my hand on the door knob when I hear.. "That b***h betta open this door, cuz I know she be in there!"
Excuse me? Seriously? You reallyyy must not know me.
"What?" I say as I open the door has wide as the chain will go.
I'm staring her in the face. She knows I heard what she said.
"Um, well I came to tell you my mom will buy your.. blaaa blaa blaaaaaaaaaaaa" As her sentences went on she just got LOUDER AND LOUDER and talked FASTER AND FASTER..
"Look, I've already told you. A. I'm still using the stuff for 2 more months and B. You have already made me mad because you didn't seem to be getting that message AND because you gave me two low ball prices, when I'm already selling the stuff dirt cheap. I am not selling them too you. I don't care if I have to take the (cuss word) to the dump, YOU ARE NOT GETTING THEM. Do you UNDERSTAND?? AM I USING SLOW ENOUGH WORDS FOR YOU??"
Ok that was rude. But really.. I wasn't havin her at my doorstep talking crazy to me.
"WELL my mom is coming tomorrow and she really wants them AND WE WILL BE WILLING TO PAY YOU 50 DOLLARS AND WE WANT THEM NOW AND AND AND AND!!"
So I say, " LOOK. YOU NEED TO be quuuuuuuuuuuuuieet.. I am right here. I can hear you just fine."
"What the (more cussing) for?" She says, with her hands on her hips and a ciggy in between too fingers.
"Because my husband is sleeping. And TRUST me when I say this you, if he wakes up and has this conversation with you, it will not be as nice as I am being. " And I really wasn't bein all that nice.
"WELL YOU BETTER GET US THAT STUFF RIGHT NOW! WE WANT IT TOMMORROW!!"
"Cindy, I'm gonna tell you one last time. You aren't getting it. The next time you show up on my doorstep, or play your loud rap concert music, or so much as look in my direction the wrong way, I'm callin the cops.. do you get that?? And if you or your momma show up here tommorrow banging on my door and disrespecting me.. I'm callin then too. "
By then she's pacing.. back and forth, back and forth..
"WELL FINE. YOU DO THAT"... she was getting ready to say something else but I shut the door.
Whew! How many more months do I have to live here again?!?!?!
I need a crack exterminator.