Not the same girl. At all. Switched gears completely.
You may recall my Pit threads about the guy who bought the building next door, Mr. “Fuck” Yu. Reprehensible, irresposible, bad neighbor, lying liar, fucking shit of an asshole sumbinch prick.
His reprehensible, irresposible, bad neighborly, lying liar, fucking shit of an asshole sumbinch prick-like antics were first brought to my attention by a nice woman in my apartment building. I owe her a debt of gratitude. We all do. She’s been spearheading a campaign to stop the douchebag from ruining the neighborhood. Without her, life would be far more miserable than it now is.
To call her a political activist is an understatement. A few months ago, she moved out of the building, and she’s still spearheading the fight to keep the asshole from being an asshole.
She keeps the neighborhood informed via a mailing list, which was my idea.
So anyway, on Wednesday, I got a phone message from her. I have no idea how she got my number, but I may have once signed a petition and left it there. She called me to ask me to vote for a certain politician, and to inform me of a hearing that Mr. Fuck Yu is required to attend so that he can receive his punishment for being an asshole. Apparently she is calling “everyone.” She left her number so that I could call her if I had any questions.
So last night I called her. She wasn’t there, so I left a message. About 15 minutes later, she called me back. She wanted to know “How can I help you?” I told her I just wanted to thank her for calling me, and thanks for fighting Fuck Yu. She once again pitched the politician.
This really should have been a 2 minute conversation with no followup.
But when it should have ended, she asked “So how have you been?” A 30 minute conversation ensued. We talked about a lot of stuff. I asked her where she moved to, and she told me. In pretty exacting detail. She didn’t give me an actual address, but if I wanted to, I’m sure I could find the house. And she talked about stuff like “I” decided to move, “I” bought a house, “I’m” expanding my business, so “we” decided to move.
“We”? Boyfriend? Husband? Girlfriend? Cat? England?
At any rate, she wants to see my artwork. I owe her an e-mail. She was pretty emphatic about her e-mail address, which was not the same as stopfuckyu@someplace.com. She was careful to spell out firstnamelastname@veryspecificservice.com.
I told her it was nice talking to her. She replied “It’s always nice talking to you!” I said that we should talk more often, and she voiced some sort of agreement to that, but I can’t remember exactly what she said. So I said “talk to you later”, but she’d already hung up.
So what do you think? Does she want to polish my knob? Get my vote? Get my business?