Mi Vecina es un Diablo

Accost: to approach and speak to often in a challenging or aggressive way.

I feel that even this definition may be to kind and light hearted to explain the verbal altercation that was bestowed upon my roommate and I in the elvator this evening by our previously mentioned noisy, morning-music-blaring neighbors. (Please, see Dec 1st post for a little background info.)

:: sigh :: Truthfully, I was so thrown off, offended, infuriated and aggitated by this event that I am finding myself a little drained trying to relate it at the moment. (If only I could have had my computer with me while I was fuming and ranting in the laundromat just moments after leaving the roommate behind while I powerwalked up the hill in an effort to get away from the neighbor and my anger.)

Long story short... our neighbor is a psycho who started screaming at us (mainly me, for some reason, as apparently I am a person people feel they need to F***ing rudely attack) when we had to ride the elevator down to the first floor with her and her daughter.... Here's a little run down...

me: "Please hold the elevator!"

Elevator outter door closes, neighbors do not hold it open, I catch the door before the inner door closes (eaning we'd have to wait forEVer for it to go down to the first floor and back up to the fifth and avoid hauling our bags and bags of laundry down five flights.)

me and em: try to smile at grouchy lady neighbor and daughter. grouchy lady neighbor gives us a pissed look. (ok???)

Vecina Loca: "You live in the corner."

me: "Yes? We live next to you." (duh lady, you've seen us, you know where we live.)

VL: "You are not asleep at 11?!"

me: "no..." (cut off.)

VL: "You are always laughing. 'ha ha. ha ha.' I have kids!! They have to go to school!!"

me: "I'm sorry? (confused and surprised) I'm so sorry, if we are too loud, if you need us to be quiet, just come knock on our door and ask us. We don't mind, we'll be..." (cut off)

VL: "One morning, ONE MORNING there was music, because of my father! You! You banged on the wall! 'Bang!' "

(FOR THE EFFING RECORD!!! I tried to sleep through the EFFING music that had STARTLED me from my sleep because it was SO loud... AND THEN I tried to knock on their door, but they would NOT ANSWER!!!!!! THEN I had to sadly, RESORT to knocking on the wall, softly at first, then louder till they FINALLY heard me and BANGED BACK!!!! Barely, BARELY turning the music from an 11 to a 10.)

me: "I am sorry, but it was very early in the morni..." (cut off)

VL: "Music was for my father! You are too loud! Always! You do not know! You are stupid? Are you so stupid!? I have kids!"

me: "Ma'am, PLEASE calm down and we can talk, PLEASE let me..." (cut off)

Here I TRIED AND TRIED AND TRIED not to yell, I did not fully succeed at keeping my cool, but for me it was a herioc effort not to GO OFF on this lady, I wanted to tear her apart, verbally and maybe even pull her hair. However, I TRIED AND TRIED not to get out of control as she continued to YELL and YELL and YELL at me as we WALKED OUT of the building.

me: (over her yelling) "Ma'am I will not talk to a rude person. NO! I am DONE talking to you. NO!"

I begin to haul ass up the hill that is our block, leaving Em behind, knowing if I stay a second more I will lose all my cool. Knowing it is better to flea than increase the level of EVIL growing on our stoop. As I am leaving I hear her shout, "FUCKING STUPID!!!" And she keeps yelling as the blood of rage boils up into my ears.

So... yeah, if there was anything that could make living next to LOUD people any worse... it's THAT.

PLUS, to make matters WORSE they arrived back to the building right after us, we hurried to push the button to avoid another ride from hell with el Diablo. Then, about 15 min later we hear them in their apt BANGING on our shared wall.

Em has noticed many times that they flush the toilet while she is in the shower, multiple times in a row during one shower session. Em just got out of the shower and said the toilet flushed TWICE while she was in there, icing her water.

Apparently, we are hated. Considering we are 23 years old, NEVER throw parties, do not play drums, violins, or trumpets (like the young guys across the hall), do not stomp, wrestle or bang around all hours of the day (like the neighbors above), and do not blow New Year's party horns or play the recorder for HOURS on end (like said Diablo neighbors have been doing the last few weeks), I think this bitch should consider herself DAMN LUCKY that all we do is watch TV and laugh at 11pm. It's NOT a party, it's NOT like we yell, it's NOT like it's 3am, and it's NOT LIKE WE EVEN KNEW WE WERE CAUSING DISCOMFORT FOR OTHERS!!!

WHAT THE F***!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?