My BFF

My neighbor lady is the nicest woman alive. She's this small, I want to say, Latino woman and she babysits at night. But, she never makes noise or leaves any kind of mess. She's super nice, and she always asks me about "thee baybeees." When I told her that Caliope is sick she looked so upset. But my adoration didn't become complete until last night when she issued the smackdown and I decided she's my BFF.

We were in the elevator together. She is walking with a cane, so I asked her if she's ok. She started to tell me how she has something wrong with her leg, when the door opened on the 2nd floor. This cracked out woman in a bandanna smoking a cigarette starts to walk in. My neighborlady and I glare at her, and she says, "oh does the smoking bother you?" Before I can respond, the neighborlady says, "Yeeeehhhss it does, you put that out!" The monster does, but she takes her sweet time extinguishing it on the door of the elevator. Neighborlady starts yelling at her, "Come on! Rapido! Rapido!"

I was staring wistfully at her at this point, when she turns and give me this look like "can you believe these people." I don't know why, but it's just nice to know that even people who have lived there a long time hate the way the few beasts in the building make life unlivable for everyone else.

It's nice to not be alone.