“If this was fiction, someone would be dead tomorrow.” That was my thought as I walked home in the rain last night. I had to park on the street (not my garage or court) because they are sealing blacktop today. I heard an argument through a neighbor’s open windows. A man and a woman yelled abuse at each other. The drapes were open so I could see him standing and yelling at a woman across the room.
I’m surprised they still live there. Condo association gossip said they were being evicted by their bank in July. He was kicked off the condo board last year because he wasn’t paying the monthly fees. The guy is a prick and made a huge fuss in June about broken rules and parking sign verbiage. The sign was changed. I keep meaning to post a picture of it. It is a solid reminder of why I stifle the occasional urge to get involved in the association.
I have to park on the street again tonight. Will I see him bundling a suspiciously heavy carpet into his trunk?