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And then there was the other one
She claimed to be a holycost survivor
The numbers didn't stack up. She would have needed to be a lot older than she was. Although to be frank, she looked like the ageless undead
Before we bought in here, we rented for a while. She was our neighbor. She began with flattery, endless flattery about how thrilled she was we'd moved in. Now there would be someone to do some gardening. Well not really, we were paying a ridiculous amount for the dump and as it ran up a hill from the harbor and was overgrown, we didn't feel inclined to slave for free & had better things to do
She hated her husband. He was her third, apparently. We used to see his adult sons come to pick him up every weekend. The poor old guy seemed a decent sort. You could almost hear him breathing a sigh of relief as he left (escaped her). When he returned, so did the insane shouting from their unit
There was a quaint character, one of the owners of one of the nicer, renovated units. He warned us, in whispers, to 'Be careful. Watch out for her. She won't let you do much. Don't argue with her. She's vicious '
We laughed, good naturedly, because he was a lovely guy, although obviously scared stiff of the Dragon
You won't be able to wash your cars in the car-washing bay', he advised, because, 'She doesn't like it. She'll attack you. Trust me. Go to a car-wash instead'
and, 'She doesn't like people who stay up late at night. She'll have a go at you. Keep the lights low'
etc.
We thought he was just a downtrodden migrant and over obedient. We didn't think much more about it, to be honest
One day, son and I were washing our cars in -- of course -- the appointed car-washing bays
The Dragon took it upon herself to simultaneously do a bit of gardening in the neglected rock-pile nearby, her eyes never leaving us. We thought it best to just ignore her. Nothing wrong with doing a bit of gardening, poor thing. So we gave her a smile and kept on with the hose
Seeing as we hadn't taken the hint, apparently, she must have felt it was time to up the ante and bring out the big guns, 'You can't wash cars here. It makes too much run-off. You have to go to the car-wash like everyone else. Move your cars, detergent is going on the concrete'
Water going on concrete ? Is that actually the end of the earth? We pretended not to hear. She grew louder and more insistent. Apparently the sight of cars being cleaned drove her to rage. The fact we were NOT obeying her -- is actually what drove her to a rage. She grew more and more ridiculous, tossing clumps of earth next to our car
I had to do it, holycost survivor or not
So I responded to her provocation as if she were a child or an animal
' Do NOT do that! (the clods of soil). Leave now ! '
she stared in disbelief. WAR!
She started aiming her hose at us. Yelling. Issuing orders
No more. No effing more from you, Dragon
' Did I give you permission to speak to me?' (I asked)
She was rooted to the spot. Confusion. Disbelief. Disobedience? Did I not know who she was? She had survived THE WAR. Take your wet cars AWAY !
'I did NOT give you permission to speak to me. Leave now. And do NOT presume to speak to me again, ever, unless I specifically say you can. Begone'
and we continued washing our cars
Within days, she'd had the internal air disconnected
She also had the lights running down the steep driveway disconnected
The quaint Asian property owner looked terrified when he passed
We left shortly afterwards
Saw her a couple of years later, standing at the traffic lights
A sight to behold. She was wearing a very short, permanently pleated skirt. Short up to her visible knickers. Looked as if she'd picked it up at an op-shop -- it was a dirty yellow. With it, she wore equally odd looking tops. And a pair of massive white sneakers. On top, her usual bleached, permed thatch of fried hair. I reported this vision to the family and we surmised she must have joined the bowls club
Next I saw her -- some eight or more years later again -- she was domineering a woman who appeared to be one of those volunteer 'helpers' who take old people to the shops, etc.
The Dragon was having the time of her life now she finally had an official slave. Don't imagine the helper would be doing much volunteering after that experience
Guessed the Dragon's old man had finally kicked the bucket or killed himself
Haven't seen the Dragon for a few years. She's hopefully rotting in hell now
However, a bit of maths suggests that back when she was crapping on to me about being a holycost survivor, she would have been approaching 60. A bashed-up, ridden hard 60, but nowhere near the age she would have needed to be if she had even been alive in THE WAR
Hope that Asian guy is getting some peace now and able to actually USE his lovely balcony over the water instead of feeling he had to hide indoors because his insanely jealous, insane generally Dragon neighbor 'forbade' him to enjoy his own property or wash his own BMW
and hope whomever bought her unit had it thoroughly and repeatedly fumigated and exorcised before they put a foot inside it
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