I’ve posted about this neighbor before. 45 minutes ago she knocks on my door (after weeks of ignoring me completely, not even a nod or a smile like a good neighbor does) and says:

“Are you busy? Mom was in a car accident on her way home from work and is in the emergency room. I don’t know what all is wrong with her and I don’t have my car. I broke the key off in the ignition and my Dad had to have it towed to the KIA dealer to get it re-keyed so I don’t have a car right now.”

So I’m thinking she’s going to ask for a ride to the hospital, right?

“If I give you five bucks will you give me a ride up to (wait for it, wait for it…) Panda so I don’t have to walk?”

Silly me, expecting more. Yeah, sure for five bucks I’ll drive you a half a block away to the Panda Express so you don’t starve to death worrying about your Mom. Mission accomplished, we get back and she pulls this “I have a five in my purse in the basement, do you want me just to knock after I get it?” bullshit.

Awkward!

Never mind, beyotch. Color me stupid for falling for your crap.

Then, then, then half an hour later I’m washing dishes and spot the firetruck passing my window. She’s at it again with her “panic attacks” and calling 911 for attention shit. She does this at least once a month. I can’t remember ever meeting anyone so narcissistic my whole life. Of course it’s bullshit! Every single time the ambulance and/or firemen walk away shaking their heads.

I certainly hope it doesn’t have an effect on the efficiency of the local emergency services should anyone else in this complex (namely ME) ever need them to take a call seriously.

I really hope her Mom is alright. Her I like.