Today

Psycho neighbour became scary neighbour.
She banged on floor at 9 in the morning
And then came rushing out to the balcony, yelling in the middle of the street.
"YOU B*****. You better stop stomping around when people are trying to sleep. YOU EFFING B*****, I am talking to you. You better watch out. When you come back, I'll be watching for you."
That's what she said. Only there were Effs and more Bs in them. And sounded more like one of Jerry Springer's guests.
No acknowledgement or look was given her. We simply drove away while she screamed her head off.
And it should have ended there.
But it didn't.
Because 3 hours later, I am still shaking and tense about it.
Like my friend Beks said once, I am going through all the stages of grief here.
And here's the rub: The fact that this woman thinks I am the cause of her agony upsets me SO MUCH!
I am frightened.
And feel violated.
But I am extremely bothered by it.
The fact that our leasing office was indifferently offical about it.
The fact tha Gerry brushed it away as non-incidental.
This bothers me too.
I want somebody to acknowledge that being yelled at in the parking lot by a scary woman is not right.
The cops were called.
And a very diplomatic, friendly cop came with us in the evening and talked to us separetely.
Apparently the scary one can pinpoint exactly where we are at any part of the day.
Oh scary one, can you not a get job instead or a life perhaps?
And the scary one thinks I have an attitude.
Roomie thinks I should let it go.
Because we have called the cops and we are planing on asking unconcerned leasing office to move us to different appartment.
But somewhere, somebody has to care that scary one is watching us from balconey as we get in to car, scary one keeps showing us the finger as we get out.
Or I must learn to stop caring about what the crazy scaries and the sanes think of me.