I have a neighbor that I really dislike. She's one of those people who always has a chip on her shoulder. She should squeeze ahead of you in line at the local post office or to use the dryer in the building laundry room because … well … she's her. She's always in a hurry, her time is always more valuable than yours, and she never says "hi," "thank you" or even, "screw you" because she's always on her cell.
I don't like the bitch very much.
But over the weekend I saw that her fledgling neighborhood business is shuttered, and there's a nice, big EVICTION NOTICE on the door. Her inventory is still neatly arranged on the shelves, so I assume she was hustled out in a hurry.
My first thought was, I hope the cops brought pepper spray when they came to evict that pit bull. Then I was ashamed of myself. It takes guts to open your business. It must have broken her heart to lose it. That, of course, assumes she has a heart. Let's try this: it must have broken her spirit to lose it. I have seen for myself that she has plenty of spirit!
There is some level where we are all the same. For she and I, you have dig way deep to find that level. But still, this was a terrible thing to have happen to anyone, even her. In my own tortured, I-still-hate-you way, I feel sorry for her.
I hate it when I find my view of someone I had a nice hate-from-afar relationship with gets changed. I had this happen last week myself. I heard a very nice thing about a girl at work who I find annoying and shallow. I still don't have to like her, but I'm thinking of her as human. No fun at all.
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