My friend called and asked me to babysit this evening on short notice. She and her husband had gotten in a fight, and he had gone to a friend’s house to calm down. She wanted to go talk to him face to face without having to worry about feeding infants.
I arrived about 10:45 PM, as she was talking to her neighbor. A little backround on the neighbors: although this is a decent middle-class neighborhood, the next-door neighbors are crackheads. Or meth addicts, we’re not really sure but they’re drug addicts either way. They get into fights about drugs in the middle of the night all the time and wake up her kids, they’ve had the cops over at their house too many times to count, but never go to jail (for long). So the neighborly relationship is strained, to say the least.
But apparently earlier today, the guy next door had helped her husband with a minor car repair, and her husband had promised him $20 for his trouble. But then my friend and her husband argued, so he left without paying him. My friend offered to go to the ATM and get him his money after she’d talked with her husband.
She left to go talk to her husband, and I settled in on the couch, keeping an ear out for fussing babies. A short time goes by, and there’s a (loud) knock at the door. It’s the woman from next door. She apologizes for bothering me and asks me to tell my friend to knock on the window when she gets home so they can get their money. I say fine.
Another 15 minutes goes by, and there’s another (very loud) knock on the door. Keep in mind, this is 11 PM and there are four small children sleeping. I answer the door, and it’s the woman again. Very nastily she asks me if I can call my friend, because they need this money now and she needs to come pay them before she deals with her marital issues. I say I’ll try but I doubt it will matter because my friend is more concerned with her husband than paying them this money, and she should just wait.
I’m irritated at this point. The only reason they need this money is for drugs, and 1) it’s not my problem and 2) it’s too effing late to be banging on neighbor’s doors demanding their babysitter solve this problem.
Another few minutes go by. Another very loud knock, although this time it’s her boyfriend. I’m pissed, and I come out with guns flying. “You need to stop coming over here-” “This is the first time I’ve come over.” “-I don’t fucking care, you don’t need to be banging on doors when there are kids sleeping. That money is not my fucking problem so just go back over there and FUCK OFF.”
They haven’t been back, thankfully, because I just had to feed a very hungry 2 month old and I don’t need to deal with crackheads too. But I feel kind of bad, because I was rather harsh. I seem to have only 2 modes of dealing with people, shy and meek or raging bitch. Did I overreact?