The Busy Body

This is almost a part two and a prequel to calling the cops. Rewind to August 2010. David and I move into our condo after living with two different friends (more like total strangers we met through church) for two weeks. As we are actively moving our boxes into our house an elderly lady hobbles across the hall, begins telling us that we did the tenants wrong by not letting her and the others know when we would move in. At the time I felt really bad but now looking back all I can think is "Who is she to say who can move in, when they can move in or be upset with them when they do?  She doesn't own the building, she didn't pay our down payment but most of all NONE of this was even her business."

Before Joanne talked to us we got another "warm welcome." Our friends that helped us move in have two little girls that were one and a half and three at the time. The girls were just kind of hanging around (and I might add being pretty good no yelling screaming or even loud giggling) when this old guy comes out of the building gets right up in my face and says "Is this your car? It's not allowed to be parked here! You're moving in?! (Looking RIGHT at our friends kids) You don't have any kids do ya? There's no cats, dogs or kids allowed!"....... I BARELY had a second to answer each of his RUDE questions but I did. All I can say is he is NOT going to be happy when we have a kid. Welcome to the FrEaKiN Building!!

Flash forward to Jan 2010 the week after I was sick. After calling the cops I went to work the next day and that evening some number called me twice in 2 min. The third time I pick up and guess who? It's Joanne. She asks all about what happened with the upstairs neighbor and I tell her, thinking that as the assistant to the condo manager (reading this now it sounds like Dwight on the Office) she might actually be on my side.

I finish up work, pick David up from school and when we get home there is a note on our door. As I begin to read it I quickly realize #1 that it's our classy upstairs neighbor and #2 Joanne told her everything in a way that would upset her. The letter included a phrase that said "I don't have a boyfriend, it's my ex-husband that comes over," "I had lots of visitors last  week, so it could have been anyone who was screaming" and "a little bit of shouting doesn't warrant calling the police." There were so many things to comment on in this letter that I laughed. Like the first comment about whoever is sleeping over not being her boyfriend, haha is that supposed to be better? You are obviously divorced so there must be a reason for it and based on the screlling upstairs I have a feeling that's why.

Lesson learned? DON”T TELL JOANNE ANYTHING, EVER! It happens all the time in places like the one where we live. Joanne is old and board so being a busy body to the condo is her life, the gossiping just adds drama and excitement. The lucky thing about living where we do is that I don't really see my neighbors. I see one or two of them about twice a week, it's a quiet building and we like it.