I guess The Shrew has been screwed, and I don't mean the good kind of screwing that has her moaning and screaming for three minutes every other day. It appears that the person living above her tried to fix his sink himself and ended up flooding her apartment. This flood ruined, from what I heard through the paper thin walls, her collection of purses and bags. "They're very important to me. I worked hard to collect these bags. Some of them can't be replaced because they are one of a kind." I could also hear that the guy is refusing to reimburse her for them immediately. "A year? A fucking year! I am not going to get my money for a year???!!! This has cost me $8000 so far in lost bags! Fuck him, fuck that motherfucker!"
Now, who in their right mind spends $8000 on purses and bags??? I mean, it would seem to me that this is a case of priorities being a little bit skewed. Granted, I feel bad that her stuff got ruined, and that the guy is being an asshole for not paying her as quickly as possible, but if you have $8000 in purses something is wrong. It is also wrong that she should be shrieking, and causing all her neighbors to deal with her problems. She constantly whines, "What did I ever do to deserve this?" Well for starters, the fact that she is the loudest resident in our building, and causes those around her to suffer is reason enough for me to think that she deserves this.
The best line from the night had to be, "I haven't even tried on half my clothes that got wet. They've probably all shrunk!" I wanted to yell out, "No you've just gotten fatter!"
My wife ran into The Shrew's boyfriend in the hall. He stated that their were workers coming in to fix the water damage, and that maybe The Shrew wouldn't have anything to complain about anymore. My wife said something to the effect of "We're certainly hoping." Now I feel sorry for the guy, having to deal with her firsthand, but it is a burden brought upon himself. He does his best to calm her down. Telling her that she is a child, but she just berates him for taking the side of the guy upstairs. Poor guy. So I really have no problem with him, afterall, last night night he told her she was full of shit. That took some guts. She ended up apologizing to him. I'm still waiting for my apology.
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