She’s always pointing out what you’re doing wrong—like not holding the elevator door open for a person. She’ll even inform you that you’re coming down too early to check your mail.
Most of you know I walk with a quad cane. This past winter I was downstairs checking my mail (too early, of course) and she was down there talking with another tenant and I heard her say as she was looking me over, “I bet you he stole that cane from Walgreens.”
Really. She said that. This woman doesn’t know me at all. Not only is she a whistleblower, she spreads lies too. What bullshit that is.
It seems like she’s always around. Down in the basement, there’s a community room and also a laundry room. Very often I see her down there just walking around like she’s on patrol—like she’s a security guard or something. Maybe it’s all harmless but I find it and her annoying. A good day is when I don’t run into her.
The whistleblower doesn’t have a whistle. Next time I’m down at the corner of happy and healthy (Walgreens), I think I’ll steal one for her.
I shall return on Wednesday—that is if I’m not in jail for stealing that damn whistle.
(Image from thedigitel.com)