On Monday night, having apparently acquired some Dutch courage in town, a neighbour rode up to up to us on his motita bearing a very demeanor.
He had only lately been outed as a freeloader and the context might be said to have favoured some sort of personal apology, but instead he delivered a nasty and pointedly cretinous insult to my wife and then called me a 'pussy'.
Charming. Of course only a pathetic person would conceive of this sort of repulsive public insolence as 'winning', vulgarly demeaning a woman in the street in front of several of her relatives and then fleeing as fast as he could on his scooter.
In much the same way that only an abject specimen would set himself up to live in a comparatively poor nation viviendo de gorra off his neighbours and the local municipality.
This was his fourth attempt that day to intimidate us. Having kerb-crawled us separately on two occasions, he passed our home around 8pm singing and cackling like a maniacal fool.
All we ever wanted was for this ex-pat to face up to paying cQ30 a month (just over $4) for his water, build the wall the law in this land obliges him to, and sort out his drains. And we gave him a grace period of roughly five years.
He appears to blame my wife for his current predicament, because he comes across as the sort that will always look to pick on a woman in the first instance, but she actually told me to cut him some slack. Yet surely there are limits?
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