We have this one lady that lives in our building that seriously sucks. Her name is Betty and she thinks she runs the building. She is nosey, sticking her nose into everything possible, bitching about everyone, gossiping about everyone, and this morning, she crossed the line. She put pop cans on top of B’s car because they were cleaning the parkade and she felt they were our pop cans so she’d put them on the car as her way of being a bitch. Wow.

In the past we had issues with her as well. We were talking with these people that had bought something we were selling (an old table I think) and she comes up while we’re in the hallway with these total strangers and asks if that is our bed in the storage locker area that is not in a locker. I of course said no because, umm.. hello… we’re kind of sleeping on our bed. dur. Her response… are you suuuuure?

No bitch, thanks for asking me twice. You totally jarred my memory and you know what shitface, you’re absolutely RIGHT! It IS my bed. (it wasn’t our bed)

Cannot.stand.her

So when B messaged me from the iphone to tell me that there were cans on the car, I knew JUST who to go talk to. So I start down the hallway and oh look, lucky me, she’s in the hallway talking with another tenant. This will be fun. She is damn lucky B had an appointment or B would have most likely dealt with her and that would have been fucked up. To you, B might look tiny, but make no mistake, she will let you know you’ve fucked up if you fuck up.

So I confront Betty, not very nice either. Anyone that knows me in real life will tell you I am nice to a fault. I bend over backwards for my fellow man. I am nice but on occasion, people confuse nice with weak and well, that’d be where they get their ass handed to them. I am not perfect but you’d best believe if you shit on me or remotely close to me, I will return the favor tenfold… as Betty just found out.

I didn’t yell at her but the conversation was heated. I called her out on the the bed thing from last year and the pop can thing. I called her out on being nosey. I felt, fuck it, why not? Others say it and think it behind her back, I have heard it from others in the building. Only fair she knows she needs to wake the fuck up, I don’t care what her age is or that she’s female. We all have to be responsible for our actions, don’t we?

Now before you think, Wait, you bitched out a woman? Wow, big man, where is your respect?

You need to understand this lady is the reason people move out. She is the biggest thorn in the building. She is not in the Strata yet she dictates like she owns everything. I asked her who died and made her queen. She didn’t like that. She apologized for the pop cans. She apologized for the bed remark in front of strangers.

I told her to mind her fucking business and I walked away.

Should I have handled this differently? Fuck no. She’s a cunt. Fuck her. She put POP CANS on the car because she was cranky there were pop cans in our parking stall? Really? How old are you, 5? In this life you get what you give, and when you shit on your neighbors time and time and time again, you have to expect that eventually, someone will pass that shit back to you.

Normally I am polite, and friendly, but when I learned B was upset… fuck me, it’s on.

We’re each other’s pitbulls. We protect each other in ways most people maybe can’t understand or follow. I have never been as close to another as B. We talk about everything, we are each other’s best friends and confidants. You cross her, you’ll deal with her, and then me and vice versa. We’re the ultimate tag team! haha

Anyway, crisis averted, Betty can eat Le Penis. That is all

ps.. the pic is not Betty