Ok, so I no longer have any sympathy for the woman of "limited mobility" on the fourth floor. Twice now, she has cornered me while walking Bandaid to let me know that I need to find a police officer to "make him obedient before he becomes uncontrollable" and have to give him up. She also had the balls to tell me "LOVE YOU THOUGH!" before walker-ing out the front door. Really?? There are so many ways I could reply. I'm trying to be neutral.
But the next time she stops me I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be able to restrain myself. I think I'm going to tell her that I called 911 to ask about getting an officer to train my dog, and that I gave them her information in recognition of her wonderful referral, so she should expect a visit from law enforcement in the near future.
I know I'll probably get coal for Christmas for doing that but I'm done with this situation.
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Does she have a mental problem? I mean this in all sincerity.
That's what my mom said haha. OMG I just wish she'd find another hobby! Knitting doesn't bother other people.
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