Write without stopping for 10 minutes...
Luckily I live on the 3rd floor so I don't hear my neighbours much. Since this prompt doesn't specify whether it's a current neighbor or any neighbour, I'm going to touch on the most memeorable neighbour: Ms. Teresa.
Her apartment faced the parking lot, which wouldnt surprise me if that was a specific request of hers upon moving in. This woman knew my business before I did. When I pulled up after work every day, I could see a panel on her blinds flap shut and time exactly 2 minutes before she ould open her front door and greet me, ever-so-coincidentally, with the slyest, most suspicious "Haaaaayyyyyyy, how yawl dooooin" I've ever heard. Then she'd tell me everything she witnessed that day...from her window. One time she asked me about the time of day I left my apt and where my kids were when I left. Just the absolute, most nosey lady I've ever known. The best part about her was her outfit. The same thing, every day. An over sized pale-pink T-shirt with matching elastic-band cotton shorts and green slides that looked like she stole them from the nail salon after her pedicure finished drying. No bra. This is important to know because if she DID wear a bra she would've easily been in a FF-cup. She wasn't sloppily fat but she was wide and short...and nosey as shit. One day I pulled up and before we got out the car I gave the girls strong instructions not to stop and talk to her or wave or say hey or anything. "Jut keep walking, I don't feel like talking today" were my exact words. We get out the car and start to hustle past her door and as soon as I put my key in the lock, "Heeeeey. What you cookin?" I'm like ok, this is an odd question. So I answered with a lie because I never know what I'm cooking. "Uh..Chicken.Sorry, I can't talk today I have to use the restroom" turned my key, went inside, locked the door. I used the bathroom, flushed and washed my hands and then theres a knock on my door. Hmm? "Who is it?" I asked, sounding unwelcoming and rude becasue I want them to leave me alone and because of my height, in this particular apt I was unable to reach my peep hole. "It's me girl. I heard you flush so I figured you was finish." Ok, ew. I open the door and she requested to cook in my house because her lights got cut off and she wouldn't be able to turn them back on for another 2 days when her check came in the mail. Not my problem, so I said I actually had company coming and needed to cook. I had to run to the store and get a few things so I was on my way out...blah blah blah just to get her off my porch. "Oh, ok well I can cook what I need to cook while you at the store" I'm slightly frustrated at this point because um...Fuck no, I do not want you in my home unattended with your nosey self, neighbour. So I say no, not tonight. I'm not comfortable with people in my home while I'm gone and she shuffles back to her door. I'm changing clothes and hear horrid criying through the wall and wailing. This lady is crazy. Long story short, somehow I managed to "cancel my company" and let her cook in my house since I didn't have to go to the store anymore and she brought her mom over and they cooked in my kitchen and used all my salt and the rest of my vegetable oil. The next day, she gave me a Walmart gift card for $100 to say thank you for letting her use my kitchen. I'm glad I was kind enough to do something like that but never again...That was weird to watch.
Luckily I live on the 3rd floor so I don't hear my neighbours much. Since this prompt doesn't specify whether it's a current neighbor or any neighbour, I'm going to touch on the most memeorable neighbour: Ms. Teresa.
Her apartment faced the parking lot, which wouldnt surprise me if that was a specific request of hers upon moving in. This woman knew my business before I did. When I pulled up after work every day, I could see a panel on her blinds flap shut and time exactly 2 minutes before she ould open her front door and greet me, ever-so-coincidentally, with the slyest, most suspicious "Haaaaayyyyyyy, how yawl dooooin" I've ever heard. Then she'd tell me everything she witnessed that day...from her window. One time she asked me about the time of day I left my apt and where my kids were when I left. Just the absolute, most nosey lady I've ever known. The best part about her was her outfit. The same thing, every day. An over sized pale-pink T-shirt with matching elastic-band cotton shorts and green slides that looked like she stole them from the nail salon after her pedicure finished drying. No bra. This is important to know because if she DID wear a bra she would've easily been in a FF-cup. She wasn't sloppily fat but she was wide and short...and nosey as shit. One day I pulled up and before we got out the car I gave the girls strong instructions not to stop and talk to her or wave or say hey or anything. "Jut keep walking, I don't feel like talking today" were my exact words. We get out the car and start to hustle past her door and as soon as I put my key in the lock, "Heeeeey. What you cookin?" I'm like ok, this is an odd question. So I answered with a lie because I never know what I'm cooking. "Uh..Chicken.Sorry, I can't talk today I have to use the restroom" turned my key, went inside, locked the door. I used the bathroom, flushed and washed my hands and then theres a knock on my door. Hmm? "Who is it?" I asked, sounding unwelcoming and rude becasue I want them to leave me alone and because of my height, in this particular apt I was unable to reach my peep hole. "It's me girl. I heard you flush so I figured you was finish." Ok, ew. I open the door and she requested to cook in my house because her lights got cut off and she wouldn't be able to turn them back on for another 2 days when her check came in the mail. Not my problem, so I said I actually had company coming and needed to cook. I had to run to the store and get a few things so I was on my way out...blah blah blah just to get her off my porch. "Oh, ok well I can cook what I need to cook while you at the store" I'm slightly frustrated at this point because um...Fuck no, I do not want you in my home unattended with your nosey self, neighbour. So I say no, not tonight. I'm not comfortable with people in my home while I'm gone and she shuffles back to her door. I'm changing clothes and hear horrid criying through the wall and wailing. This lady is crazy. Long story short, somehow I managed to "cancel my company" and let her cook in my house since I didn't have to go to the store anymore and she brought her mom over and they cooked in my kitchen and used all my salt and the rest of my vegetable oil. The next day, she gave me a Walmart gift card for $100 to say thank you for letting her use my kitchen. I'm glad I was kind enough to do something like that but never again...That was weird to watch.
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