“You’re pathetic.” I stared at my neighbor and waited for him to turn around and realize I was there, waiting for him on the sidewalk. I wanted to scream about what a horrendous neighbor he was, how he was running off all the good neighbors because of what a terrible person he was. He was petty, vindictive, repulsive and all I wanted to do was let him know what I really thought of him. But letting him know my feelings would only increase the animosity between us.
“Cora, what can I do for you?” I realized Dan was talking to me That he had finally realized I was there. That I actually had been talking to myself. I’m glad I hadn’t actually called him pathetic out loud. Telling him he was pathetic would only complicate m plans and my future.
I tried to smile sweetly, but wasn’t sure if it came off as creepy or nice, but I smiled anyway. Turns out, my creepy smile was better than my usual scowl.
“I was hoping you could help me with a few things. A few things concerning the HOA,” I said gently, as I handed over a pile of paperwork to him. I knew what I was doing was awful, but couldn’t seem to help myself. He needed to pay for his transgressions. His sins. I knew he wouldn’t read the paperwork. I knew he would read the first page, blame the neighbors, only to have his own house be condemned.