From the response to a posting on bikeforums.net about that bitch of a neighbor of mine, people seem interested in hearing what she has to say. I am setting up an mp3 recorder in my domicile to record the ambient noise, which often includes here screaming.
Last night, we met with a realtor about selling the place. She (The Shrew) was doing so well, keeping realtively quiet, until she tried to send an email. Just as the realtor was getting ready to leave, she starts shreiking, "Work, work, work! Damnit! Why won't this fucking email send? " It was about a mintue and half of straight yelling that her email won't go through. You could hear her banging her mouse and keyboard. The realtor just looked at us, "It will be nice to get away from that..." I am thinking that I will need to slip her a twenty, and tell her to take a walk around the block when we have an open house. Besides she could stand to lose the weight.
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