My neighbor across the street set me off again today. I went out to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and realized she was standing in my driveway, picking up a few landscaping rocks that had fallen into the driveway (she's done this before; she doesn't put them back, she takes them over to her yard). She also pulled my compost bin out of the street (where it wasn't in anyone's way) and put it in the driveway (where it's in my way). I usually don't bring the bins in until the end of the day since I'm busy working all day. And it just made me furious to see her on our property.
I always get really angry at Mary, and I think I've realized why it bothers me so much. I think it's because she has screamed at me once and we've seen her angry several times (including swearing her head off and being extremely threatening [for a 90-year-old woman]). So basically, when I see her in front of my house, picking up rocks and moving my garbage can, I don't know if she's being helpful or if she's furious and about to come bang my door down and scream at me for leaving my compost bin out front for an hour after the compost truck came by.
I'm afraid of her because you never know when she's going to be a sweet, grandmotherly lady, and when she's going to be a screaming psycho who swears like a sailor.
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