Monday, March 26, 2007
Call of the Wild Child, Part 2
Call 2: In November 2006, after almost two years of silence, I got a call one Sunday afternoon while I was talking to my mother. The call waiting kicked in, but the caller ID didn’t, so I took the call. To my everlasting shock, it was herself – Kristi the nutcase neighbor. She said she had been trying to find me, she had to move but she was not thrown out. She has a private investigator because of “that girl Tawny who has been harassing her”. I told her I was talking on long distance, she asked me to call her back, I agreed (although I had no intention of doing so), she kept on talking, I said give me the number NOW, I cannot talk to her. She gave me her PI’s phone number and her cell phone number. This marks the first and as yet only time I have ever actually spoken to her. (Oddly enough, as calendar driven as I am, it wasn’t until I was going back over my notes and recounting things here that I realized that this call took place on the twenty-third anniversary of the last time I ever laid eyes on or spoke with Mike. Oh, well – you know me – every day is an anniversary.)
Call 3: Two days later, I got another message from Kristi, so it looked like this time she was going to continue what she had started lo those twenty months ago. I bought a cassette recorder and some blanks, came home and recorded the first one from my office voice mail and the second one from my home voice mail. She was still giving me phone numbers to call, but frankly, I was afraid to talk to her. I figured if she could manufacture this bizarre scenario of my watching and stalking her out of nothing more than my having moved into the neighborhood, I could only imagine what kind of thing she could come up with based on a real conversation, especially since I have no use for such nonsense and would probably call her every four-letter word I know but “nice” once she started spewing her ridiculosities. I had no intention of talking to her if I could possibly avoid it, and I hoped that if I kept ignoring her, she would just go away. Considering how well it had worked so far, obviously that was a foolish thought, but hope springs eternal.
Oh, well. If wishes were horses…!
Call 3: Two days later, I got another message from Kristi, so it looked like this time she was going to continue what she had started lo those twenty months ago. I bought a cassette recorder and some blanks, came home and recorded the first one from my office voice mail and the second one from my home voice mail. She was still giving me phone numbers to call, but frankly, I was afraid to talk to her. I figured if she could manufacture this bizarre scenario of my watching and stalking her out of nothing more than my having moved into the neighborhood, I could only imagine what kind of thing she could come up with based on a real conversation, especially since I have no use for such nonsense and would probably call her every four-letter word I know but “nice” once she started spewing her ridiculosities. I had no intention of talking to her if I could possibly avoid it, and I hoped that if I kept ignoring her, she would just go away. Considering how well it had worked so far, obviously that was a foolish thought, but hope springs eternal.
Oh, well. If wishes were horses…!
Labels: Nutty Neighbors
# posted by Anne Arky @ 6:15 PM 
