My job is to call the Old Lady every day to make sure she is still alive. I usually call her at 11:00am every day. I tried to call her today but her line was busy and was busy for a few hours. I finally called her on her cell phone and asked her if she was on the phone or if one of her phones was off the hook. (She has at least 4 phones in her house.) Well, she said she wasn’t on the phone so I told her to go check to see if one was off the hook. She called me back to let me know the pink phone in her bedroom was indeed off the hook.
Louise is the neighbor that checks on the Old Lady every day to make sure she is alive. She is about 74 and still active. She is a good-hearted lady and as far as I can tell would never hurt a fly. But my MIL is so bitter and unhappy and jealous that she makes fun of, gossips and makes snide remarks about everybody she knows. That’s why I keep my distance from her. No point in giving her more to be nasty about.
Here is the conversation:
Old Lady: You can’t tell by looking at the pink phone in my bedroom but if it gets bumped a little it is off the hook but it doesn’t look like it. (repeated several times)
Me: Okay, I was starting to worry about you.
Old Lady: Well Louise is not home. She went to get her nails done. Her fingernails and her toenails. Like anybody cares! *snide chuckle* Poor thing. Nobody cares about her.
Me: I think that’s wonderful. If it makes her feel good that’s all that really matters.
Old Lady: She is going to see Humperdink tonight. I saw him before in Punta Gorda. I used to have all his records but I gave them away in a garage sale. I don’t know why she got her nails done, nobody cares about her, poor thing.
Me: (exasperated) I don’t think she is “poor thing” for doing something that makes herself feel good.
Old Lady: Well, I have to hang up now.
Me: Okay, have a nice day.
All in all, the conversation wasn’t that bad, especially after typing it out. It is just the nasty way she has of saying snide things about anyone and everyone, and Louise is a person that cares enough about her to check on her and run her errands sometimes.
There. Maybe I can stop being annoyed now.
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