Some of you may remember a post I wrote in November about a curious neighbor, who pretends she's minding her own business when she's not. I named her Glady's Kravitz, after the nosy neighbor in 1960's situation comedy, "Betwitched," because she will not tell me her name.
If you read the post, "Christmas Down South," you'll learn more about my neighbor, Glady's, who was spying on me while I was putting up my Christmas decorations. The windows are large in my apartment complex and the weather is nice, springlike, so my neighbors have their windows open, which most of us ignore, but not Glady's.
As I mentioned in "Christmas Down South," all people are curious, but southerners are downright nosy, although they pretend they're not. Well, I cannot say all southerners are like Glady's, 'cause after all, I'm a southerner.
It's just that some like to remain anonymous and ignorant of the truth, that way, it's easier to create drama while they enlist their buddies to help label others in their boxes. I think Glady's is the leader of the label crowd, 'cause she has a following of woman who pretend they're "fast walking" around the apartments, when they're really "fast talking."
You see, Glady's is home during the day so she's the one investigating my profile. Well, I guess, she is, I'm not sure because Gladys doesn't associate with me, after all, I'm a box label.
