I would just like to start out this post by saying that I am human, and that I make mistakes. While I try like mad to keep a positive outlook on life and to find only the good in people, sometimes I am tired or caught off guard and I lose my cool. On occasion this wouldn’t be such a bad thing, except that I can often be quite impulsive and am armed with a mighty opinion and what I’d like to think is a gift for words. Now that I’ve said all of that, I’d like to introduce you to “Riki’s Rant.”
“Riki’s Rant” is the private place on a welcoming blank page where I may go to unload any hurt feelings, minor irritations, or daily frustrations that may come up. I type away (often with the “angry type” that tells folks who work with or love me to stay away) for a few moments to vent and let out my anger, and then I’m usually over it. It has always been a wonderful, private way for me to air out my grievances without hurting anyone’s feelings, and is usually followed by a swift press of the “DELETE” button.
Then along came this little phenomenon called Facebook, where all of my friends and loved ones are ready and waiting to hear how I feel, what I’ve done, or what I think. Oh, how this is bound to be trouble. Take one slightly irked girl, plus the “gift for words,” and add in a little public forum and you can see how quickly things might get out of hand. All of this brings me to the real reason we are here, which is a typical “Riki’s Rant” gone public via Facebook.
Read along, but please try to hold judgment.
So, nobody has been living in the house next door for about four months, so since I have both dad’s and my car this week, I’ve been parking his truck in the empty covered parking spot. Yesterday I parked it there when I got home, all hot and tired from a day at work. I wanted to grab a nap before a friend and I went out, so I lay down on the couch. I hadn’t been lying there five minutes when someone started knocking on my back door. (Yes- the back door located inside my gate). I decided to ignore it and closed my eyes again. Then…the front door. They banged and banged and banged, then started in with the freaking doorbell. I figured at this point that it was not merely an ardent Mormon missionary or persistent Jehovah Witness eager to spread their message but still didn’t want to answer the door. The real reason is because I truly suspected it might be my nosy neighbor from hell who is prone to coming knocking for no real good reason, so I went upstairs to peek out the window to see who it was. If you guessed it was her, you guessed right. It was indeed Gloria (the neighbor).
Since it was actually Gloria and I never want to talk to her, I continued to ignore the persistent knocking and doorbell ringing. After a while she’ll usually just leave me a sticky note anyway). So, back to the couch. I am not kidding-she went back and forth from my front door to my back door FIVE times! Every time she got to the front she rang the freaking doorbell three or four times before hiking around the building to my back door to knock there again.
It finally ticked me off enough for me to get up off of my cranky behind and answer the door. I threw open the security gate and looked at her with my best this-better-be-important stare and said: “This building better be on fire.” She looked at me like I was nuts before informing me importantly that my new neighbor moved in today and I am parked in her reserved covered parking spot. It took every bit of restraint I had not to reach out, wrap my hands around her neck, and squeeze for all I am worth. I told her it was inappropriate and unnecessary for her to ring my doorbell as if the world was ending for anything less than a true emergency. I also managed to add that my back porch is like my backyard and I would appreciate her not entering my gate to knock on my back door at any time.
So, needless to say, she thinks I am a raging bitch, and I’m not feeling too concerned about it.
Just a note: I moved the truck immediately, and nobody parked in that space all night! So, no- it was not an emergency.
Yes, that was a full-on “Riki’s Rant” posted on Facebook via the lovely and oh-so-handy “Notes” feature for everyone in my (not-so-small) circle of friends to see. I must admit that upon posting and seeing my friend’s comments pile up, I did feel immensely better.
Then the remorse kicked in….
***Please join me in an upcoming post for Part Two of the Neighbor From Hell Saga to find out if any important lessons were learned (by either party involved).***