Ok, so remember on April 29, 2011 when I wrote my Fruity Nutcake blog? Two days ago, since today is only May 1, 2011?? Well, the one of two things happened. There was confrontation. Bad. Screaming. My Screaming. I had to call my neighbor to come over. Bad.
I got home from being at Jay's & having dinner & there was this woman leaving out the shared door. My Sherlock Holmes deduction told me that since I didn't know her, she was leaving from Fruity Nutcake's apartment. She walked by me, humming and as I put my key in my door this is the conversation that took place:
Lady: Are you the young lady that lives upstairs?
Me: Yes.
Lady: Can I talk to you?
Me: Today isn't a good day.
Lady: Can I talk to you?
Me: Today isn't a good day.
Lady: Can I talk to you?
Me: (walking down off my stoop, hand up) Today isn't a good day.
Lady: Well, I will pray for you.
Me: Pray for me? Seriously? Pray for me? I don't need to be prayed for.
Lady: Do you think you can keep the noise down in your apartment?
Me: What? Seriously, do you think I make noise 24/7???
Lady: Can I talk with you about Fruity Nutcake? She's not well, she's sick.
Me: Really? I never would have guessed that and how is that my problem?
Lady: She isn't well. She has a sweet boy, he's autistic. Do you know what autism is?
Me: Yes, I'm fully aware of what autism is.
Lady: Well, it's just so hard & the noise....
Me: Again, how is that my problem? We live in garden apartments & she lives on the first floor. (Me now screaming) I worry about getting up to go pee in the middle of the night because she claims I'm up all the time making noise.
Lady: Garden apartment, what does that mean, is your apartment a little more special?
Me: No, it means we share a common lawn space. She's in a garden apartment in a dog building. There is going to be noise. (I'm shaking & screaming). There were wood floors when I moved in, not my problem.
Lady: Do you think you could get a rug? (Fruity Nutcake opens the door).
Me: Have one. If you think I am going to walk on egg shells in MY apartment you are insane. The fact that she banged on the ceiling the other night because I got up to pee is absurd. I hesitate to get up to pee in the middle of the night for fear she is going to bang. I refuse to live like a prisoner in my apartment. It's not going to happen.
Lady: That was my idea to bang.
Me: Yeah, great idea.
So I walk to my stoop & the following happens with Fruity Nutcake, oh and don't forget I'm screaming & crying:
Fruity Nutcake: Can my friend come in while you walk up in your apartment?
Me: No, I get there is noise, the management office isn't going to rip up floors to fix it, fucking deal with it.
Fruity Nutcake: I'm a light sleeper, I sleep right there (points to couch).
Me: I don't give a fuck, not my problem. Buy a box fan or white noise machine. This is the deal, get over yourself.
Fruity Nutcake: I'm moving to a new place.
Me: I can't wait.
Fruity Nutcake: I like you, I don't want to fight.
Me: Bull fucking shit. You are in the office almost every day crying over the noise. Grow up. ( I call my neighbor to come over, because I am double teamed).
Fruity Nutcake: I was only there once (LIE).
Me: I will not be living like a prisoner in my apartment. It's not going to happen. Suck it up & deal with it. I fucking sit on my couch & crochet. Is my crocheting bothering you? Do I fucking crochet too loud?? Really?? Shut your door, just shut your door.
I'm surprised the police didn't show up. With my use of the F word & my hysterical screaming & crying. I have a feeling they may show up in the middle of the night. My neighbor Jen suggested the police be called with excessive noise. So I'm sure when I get up to pee, she will be calling. Of course Jen did ask how she knows about the noise if she sleeps in her car hahaha!
I did call the office & leave a message briefly explaining what happened & that I will be over first thing tomorrow to have it dealt with. This is absolutely absurd. I just can't believe some people.
When I walked Hailey at a little after 10, some of the lovely tenants at her new building were sitting out side screaming & cussing & having a grand time. I can't wait until she gets over there.
