Last week late at night, I saw paramedics take her away in an ambulance after a fall (she was able to walk to the gurney, but she needed assistance). It made me a little sad for not liking her very much over the past seven years.
So on Saturday when I saw that she was home with her (grown) daughter, I decided to start fresh, try to be neighborly, and knock on the door to see if she was ok.
I got along with the daughter, who was nice and grateful to learn my name and get my telephone number in case something like this happened again.
As for her mother...
- She pointed at me accusingly and said I saw you watching from your window when they put me in the ambulance! (I told her that, yes, I had watched, because I was concerned--duh.)
- Then she told me that Six men [paramedics, who were there because she'd called 9-1-1] came into her house that night and not one of them wiped their feet!
- And then she pointed at me and said I talked to your parents about you once! (It took every ounce of politeness I had to refrain from telling her that I knew and that I knew she told my parents she thought I was a bad person)
Why are some old ladies so fucking mean and unlovable?
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