But today, for the first time in a year, I found myself facing her. I must have been distracted by helping Ivy up the stairs because I didn't her the lock turn. So before I had a chance to sprint away, she stepped outside, a mere foot away from where I stood. I froze. And then I had to make a choice. Keep walking and acknowledge our mutual hatred. Pretend to be blind. Or smile and say hello. In the spirit of making amends, I chose the latter. In turn she averted her eyes and strode away.
At least she didn't yell? At least she didn't yell.
Merry Christmas, neighbor.
While Graydon and I were in Germany, we were waiting for a refrigerator delivery, but we didn't have a phone, so the delivery service called friends, who tried to get ahold of us by calling someone else in the apartment building. The woman our friend called swore up and down at her, and was generally very abrasive and offensive. Gabi, our friend, later had a visiting teaching lesson about being a woman of God, not a woman of the world. She took our neighbor flowers and apologized, and let me tell you-- after that, our neighbor was the nicest lady!
ReplyDeleteThe point of the story: (1) Sometimes neighbors are really weird. (2) In my opinion, you made the right choice. :) Good on you!
Thank you! Neighbors are usually really weird, in my experience.
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