I confronted my Bosnian neighbor today.
I told her she did not have the right to put her clothes up in the laundry room on my day.
She told me she could use the drying racks because the racks were not mine.
I asked her if the racks were hers and she said no. I knew that they weren’t because they belong to the wife of the conceirge who told me I could use them. Even if the drying racks did belong to her I would have told her to take them out on my day and dry her clothes in her own apartment.
I told her Monday is my day and no one is allowed in there on my day. I reminded her that she had not only used the drying rack but pushed my clothes on the line over to hang her pants. She didn’t say a word about that.
I reminded her that I had told her twice already but in fact I remember another time I asked her to not use the room on my day which makes it three. Doesn’t matter because she told me that I never told her she couldn’t. She is a liar. I am not surprised.
She went on to tell me that I had told her before that she could hang clothes in the laundry room which is true. However, that was in the summer when I hung my clothes outside to dry.
It was before I realized what kind of person she was.
When it was too cold to hang my clothes outside I politely told her that she couldn’t use my day anylonger because I needed the room. That was the first time. Since then she has tried to at least two other times.
The second time, I mistakenly let her leave the clothes because I didn’t have much laundry. I didn’t see a reason to make her take down her clothes if I didn’t need the lines. I told her she could leave her clothes but only for that one last time. I said it clearly and made sure she understood it was the last time.
Two weeks later she had her clothes hanging on two of the lines in the laundry room. I could not believe it! I had to knock on her door and tell her to get them down. She did. I, then, told her a third time that I don’t want her using the room on my day and if she did it would be a problem. A big problem. I warned her.
This morning, after I told her she had no right to be in that room on my laundry day, she had the nerve to tell me that she will continue to use the drying racks because they are not mine. She told me that there is nothing I can do about it.
I lost my cool at this point and assured her that if she comes in that room on my day and hangs her clothes anywhere in that room I will take them and throw them at her door. Then, I will call the landlord.
Actually, Vilay is going to write the landlord a letter. Our landlord is a busy man and I hate to bother him by phone because of these idiots. We, also, want to have it in writing in case something else happens with her.
Tonight, I will talk to the concierge about this ridiculous problem. I do not want her or anyone else for that matter in the laundry room on my day. I do not go in it when it is not my day and I would appreciate it if everyone else showed the same respect.
What I have found out in dealing with my neighbors?
When I am angry, I don’t have time worry about my French. Somehow, it just flows out perfectly!
I speak better in French when I am pissed off.