Dearest Eve,
You have single-handedly made yet another Monday worth living through. If anyone on this green earth is successfully channeling Dorothy Parker it has to be you, sweetie.
Love,
Zenster
And furthermore:
I respectfully request that any of you with questions go back and read the OP.
Please note how I intend to talk to this hag’s sister first before any smearing begins. I should hope all of you might think that I would first bring this unfortunate turn of events to her attention sans tirade. I am not the sort of person who abruptly initiates a conversation with; (Those of you who think otherwise may kindly cram it with walnuts.)
“I’ll smear your sister to Hell and back again if she persists with her ruthless persecution of the widow up the street!”
In fact, the conversation shall (probably) be more along the lines of; “Do you know about (insert hag’s name >here<) attempts to get the widow evicted?” This, more capably (and politely), sets the proper tone for courteous resolution of the situation, which is what I shall first attempt. If the hag’s own sister is unwilling to intervene, I shall probably take the advice of the less presumptuous folk here and seek out her pastor. I feel he might interested to know which of his flock has strayed so far beyond the bounds of common (and especially, Christian) decency. I have been to their church (assuming they share the same place of worship) many times and am well aware of how to get there.
Failing in all of the above, you can bet your sweet patootie that I will then proceed to make sure that all and sundry people in our neighborhood are fully aware of this miscreant’s vile conduct.
A little background. I detest the word “cunt.” It is not one I use with any degree of frequency. To elaborate, I think the following “joke” is detestable.
Q: What is the definition of a woman?
A: The life support system for a cunt.
I can probably trace a substantial portion of my entire refusal to use this word to that single “joke.” It is largely the same with “bitch.” I disdain referring to women using that term. It is one I reserve strictly for reference to female dogs. Ill behaved men might receive the epithet “son of a bitch,” but I feel that is another matter. I’ll freely confess that I was so utterly taken aback when informed of this hag’s malicious attempts that (in the presence of the widow) I referred to the hag as a, “heartless bitch.” I apologized to her for my momentary lapse and was rewarded by her entire lack of offense and (in fact) hearty agreement with my epithet.
I hope that clarifies why I have used the term “vaginal cavity” in the thread title and elsewhere.
Sauron, you have presented a valid and salient set of well thought out questions. I shall address them in order.
1) The widow has informed me that her landlord is considering evicting her if she does not apologize personally to the harridan herself. Quite justifiably (as I see it), the widow refuses to do this out of sheer principle. I really cannot blame her in the least as she is most definitely being ill-treated in this situation. Please remember, that the watering incident occurred over a week after the death of the widow’s husband. Neither before then, and most certainly not after has this hag made any attempt to express the least sympathy or condolences to the widow. I see this as not just thoughtless but brutally cruel. However, that’s just my own 2¢.
2) I immediately investigated and all vegetation in question is planted in the earth. As stated in the OP, the only windows where water might possibly have entered are all of two foot square and over six feet off the ground. This leads me to suspect (I’ll ask the widow later today) that the amount of water was most likely no more than a few cups worth. There has been no mention of any damage claims or the like.
3) I have had a passing acquaintance with the hag for over a decade. I am fairly confident of the sort of person she is. Her own treatment of myself pretty much makes it a certainty. If you would like an example; For some twelve years running, I have always left both Easter baskets and Christmas stockings for her two nieces that live next door to me. There were times when I spent some of my last pennies on these gifts even though I was (visibly) unemployed. Some of these baskets had (dethorned) roses and flowers twined around their rims and handles. Other (more fruitful) times both the baskets (and their contents) were made of solid chocolate (as in the last few years). NEVER ONCE has this hag bothered to express the least bit of gratitude for my gestures on behalf of her own blood relatives. This is only one of many reasons I have no expectation of her listening to me or reason (for that matter).
4) I do have some sort of respectful relationship with the hag’s sister. We have known each other for over fifteen years. I cooked special unspiced recipes for her while she went through intense food rejection during her pregnancies. Every Thanksgiving (for almost ten years) I bring her husband a large dish of my traditional triple sausage, red wine and herbed sourdough stuffing. I have been invited to their church many times. I have both attended services and watched their two daughters (and the Father for that matter) perform in various programs there. In fact, I attended a performance by the Father and daughters just this last Easter. I am confident that my neighbor (the hag’s sister) will take my own views into consideration and (it is hoped) intervene on the widow’s behalf. She is far more of a true Christian and vastly more charitable than the hag herself.
Again, all else failing, I will make sure all and sundry know of this vile misdeed. If my own neighbors refuse to understand why, then I do not need their good will any longer. I shall not permit this to interfere with any kindness or amity towards their children, but the harridan shall feel my wrath. If things do go south, rest assured that the hag will get a facefull of it too.