I was originally answering dragongirl’s post here, but I started on my rant and didn’t want to hijack the OP.
A family moved in a few weeks ago. My husband and I brought over a bottle of wine and a small basket of toys for the kids the evening after they moved in. Anita and Carlos, wonderful people. They are Hispanic and this evidentially caused some unrest in the neighborhood.
Well, we have yet to live being nice to them down.
My husband is friendly with an older guy down the block. They talk about the Yankees and baseball in general. During one conversation, the guy said “I wonder if this one (motioning towards the new neighbor’s house) could pitch any better than Mariano (Rivera)? On second thought these people can’t do anything right. Ha haaaaa haaa"
We chalked this up to either “new neighbor syndrome” or “the old guy not accepting change” thing.
Then I was offered the comment while walking to the mailboxes “Oh you brought them wine? Why’d you waste the money, Malta is their preference.”
ARE YOU SHITHEADDOPE?
Anita and Carlos hosted a housewarming party. My husband and I were invited. We had an awesome time with their family and friends. However, at one point during the festivities, Anita and I were chatting on the front porch. The other women in the neighborhood walked by. They watched us resentfully as they walked by and their conversation suddenly changed from the quality fruit at Pathmark to how this neighborhood had changed recently. I expressed my anger privately to Anita, she told me to cool off and not to worry about it.
Shortly afterward, the women “spoke” to me on numerous occasions about our blooming friendship.
I finally went bananas and told these house-hens the following:
- I was offended by their behavior.
and
- Fortunately, I have a life outside of my home, K-Mart and Pathmark. I go to work and I have better things to do than gossip about the people living in this government experiment of a neighborhood (my issues with that do be discussed a later post.) I also explained I’d rather spend time with the “outcasts” across the street since they are more fun, more interesting and more intelligent.
They are not speaking to me, which I am FINE with. Thankful, even.
But since then, they have basically “sicked” their children on me. The day after the confrontation, one of their children kicked my car as I drove by. I thought “Okay, it was an accident; they were playing soccer, no big deal”. A few days later, I was pulling into the complex and stopped because the kids were playing ball and needed to get out of the way so I could go by. I slowly drove up the street at about 8 MPH and at the last moment one boy threw his ball in front of my car and ran into the middle of the street to retrieve it. I literally had to slam on my breaks, as it happened so fast.
The other day the one of them proceeded to spit on my car as I drove by. I stopped the car, got out and calmly took the kid by the hand and rang his mother’s doorbell. I explained what he had done and she said “He’s learnin’ it from your new friend’s son. See, wad I tell you?”
I HAVE HAD IT!!
