i just came from a wake.
the thought of going there just annoys me no end.. even more, that it is an obligation and not some kinda option.. it had to be done.
the dead: our former landlady.
cause of death: breast cancer.
now it isn't really cool to bring back the past, may the God Lord bless the landlady's soul, but during the many years we lived in our former place, it wasn't always "smooth and slick.."
let me count the ways...
- we can't have dogs while they can.. they live one apartment apart from our place
- they'll be on to you if you missed paying the rent for the month.. like every minute of everyday! okay, follow-up in the morning and another in the afternoon 'til you grow tired and weary you just have to find a way to shut them up
- we had a number of rows with them.. apartment issues such as repairs, rentals, renovations and stuff.. damn, too lazy to enumerate but you get the picture?
- aahhhh!!! too many times during the day that the place go loud cos "the landlords can't speak low!" not to mention, all those little tykes (grandchildren) of theirs keep running around and playing with other children from the neighborhood.. the place is teeny small and all that yelling just bounces off the walls to our apartment.. whew! that was quite and ordeal
- i almost had a brawl with her son-in-law for kicking our door in the middle of the night cos wifey parked our vehicle right up the ass' of theirs thereby blocking their passageway.. it's an "emergency" and they can't friggin' wait no more.. when i came looking for the asshole in the morning to sort things out, all the landlord's clan jumped on me verbally.. that's quite a scene, mind you
- we had some dubious deal with them in past.. like selling us a vehicle (that was our first, by the way) with a bloated price tag .. they practically took advantage of our being naive.. a few more similar incident happened 'til we finally got ourselves kicked in the head... wake up already!!!
got plenty of stories to tell, but heck, can't remember most now.. got bad memory for bad memories, homs.
whenever we meet with the landlord or any of the landlord's clan, i know they'd mendaciously greet us with their seemingly sincere "hi's & hello's..." but we know better.. well, frankly my dear, the feeling is mutual.
thus, whenever i am told by wifey that i should show my ass' at the wake, i'm not too excited to say, "Yes Dear.."
had been making excuses the last few days 'til just earlier i decided to get on with it and pay my last respect to a person i'd love to hate, forever...
so there, i saw her again.. and from this point.. i.. dunno what to say...
except..
R.I.P.
