Breathing Room

GHETTO Neighbors

Today I have to go to court (well I don't have to but I want to) to help evict my upstairs neighbor who is a ghetto pain in the ass. To make a long story, shorter than what it could be...

I moved into a really nice apartment with beautiful grounds, a lovely one bedroom apartment with nice hardwood floors in a nice neighborhood. Somehow they let a person better off in the projects where she comes from move in. Unfortunately she moved above us -which for the life of me I don't know why the property manager didn't give us the upstairs apartment since we moved in about 3 weeks before she did.

ANYWAY this chick -Yolanda- plays her music as if she lives in the country and there isn't anyone around for miles. She stomps (literally-not kidding) around her apartment and there is a stipulation in the lease that says the floor needs to have 80% carpet to alleviate the loud sounds of walking on hardwood. Its clear she has no furniture because you can tell the way she stomps around everywhere...she has been a nightmare. I complained multiple times where finally they said that they were evicting her plus Ruth the property manager acknowledged how ghetto she was and said she had a feeling not to let her get a lease when she came.
So Yolanda has been getting letters telling her to she needs to be more compliant to no avail and so finally she was sent an eviction notice. Now I rarely see my neighbors because people leave at different times and what have you, but a few weeks ago I was having a GREAT day. It was actually nice out (finally-I'm in Philly) and I was pressed to wear a skirt with no tights and some cute heels with this cute blazer. So I'm coming home from work, listening to my I-Pod and I happen to glance up and notice her as I walk by in the parking lot. I continue on listening to my I-Pod not hearing anything. (I know what she looks like because we've had a couple of Un-friendly encounters where she acts like a complete idiot)Anyway, we live in a unit with four floors and I always take the stairs to the third floor (she doesn't) and on the second floor landing I notice movement from the corner of my eye and I turn and I see its Yolanda's fat ass struggling to make it up the stairs after me saying something. I can't hear her obviously due to my I-Pod and I take off one headphone and she's like, "I was trying to call you" mind you she's talking ridiculously loud. So I point to my music and headphones, "I couldn't hear you." "Well have you been telling Ruth that I've been harassing you and telling lies about me?" I sighed ever so deeply because honestly this was such a good day and I did not need this. "You're harassing me right now," and I kept walking up the stairs. Now I forgot to mention that she was breathing heavily (no Lie) on the second floor so by the time we get to the third floor she's breathing pretty hard. I walk to my door ignoring her and use my key to unlock the top lock and before I can unlock the second lock (mind you she's still talking) she moves her ample body in front of my door so I can't enter. Now Yolanda is ghetto that's just a fact. She's the type of project chick where if she did something like that she expects you to pull off your earrings and get out of your heels and start to call her all kinds of bitches and threatening to fight while she responds in the same manner. Unfortunately for her, I am NOT that girl. I stand a good 3 inches taller than her and because of my height (5'11) we may weigh the same although she may have 15 more pounds on me but nevertheless I am NOT at all afraid of her in any way, which doesn't mean I'm going to stand in my hallway and commence to act like I'm in grade school and fight. So she continues to ask me questions which I refuse to answer. I continually, calmly tell her that if she has any issues with me she needs to contact the leasing office because I'm not going to stand here and argue with her. So she says a few more things at which I sigh. So then she decides to get in my face (as much as can) and put her finger in my face and threaten to "fuck me up." I push her hand out of my face and tell her,"Is that supposed to scare me, because its not working." Mind you, I'm looking down at her with a smirk on my face. so blah blah blah she talks more crap but moves out of my way and I enter my apartment as she continues to make threats. I filed a restraining order just so that I could have the paperwork to show how she acts and the type of behavior she displays. So today we go to court. Ruth really wants me there (I think she's a little scared of Yolanda) so today we'll see what happens. She will definitely be evicted the question is how much longer until they come and force her out....I'll let you know later today -court is at 1:00 p.m.