Yesterday we went to check on the progress of the renovations at our place. I was back in the car with X changing his dirty nappy and B was finishing up when he bumped into an elderly lady.
"Hello, are you the new owner of #22? When are you moving in? I'm M from #44. So you are renovating? It's good to have everything done before you move in. I did my kitchen and bathroom too. And there was dust everywhere. I got your letter letting us know about the renovations; very polite of you. But I haven't heard any noise."
B kept his poker face but was wondering if she may have a hearing problem because when we visited during the work, it was loud.
M continued, "You will like it here. Everyone is very nice; except for #66. He comes around and tells you all about the rules. You just tell him, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah' and let it go over your head and do whatever you want."
B: "Oh, I thought it was just us that he was doing it to."
M: "No, he does that. Just say yeah and ignore him."
When B related the exchange to me, I wouldn't believe it. #66 is Gustapo. I reckon B made it up but he promises it's for real. Well, if it is, then I guess Gustapo is everyone's thorn in the side.
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