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A very weird thing has happened. A strange old
woman has moved into my house. I have no idea who she is, where he came
from, or how she got in. I certainly didn't invite her. All I know is
that one day she wasn't there, and the next day she was.
She's very clever. She manages to keep out of
sight for the most part; but whenever I pass a mirror, I catch a glimpse
of her there; and when I look into a mirror directly to check my appearance,
suddenly she's hogging the whole thing, completely obliterating my face
and handsome body. It's very disconcerting.
I've tried screaming at her to leave but she just
screams back, grimacing horribly. She's really rather frightening. If
she's going to hang around, the least she could do is offer to pay rent.
But no. Every once in a while I do find a couple of dollar bills on
the kitchen counter, or some loose change on my bureau or on the floor,
but that certainly isn't enough.
In fact, though I don't like to jump to conclusions,
I think she steals money from me regularly. I go to the ATM and withdraw
a hundred dollars, and a few days later, it's gone. I certainly don't
go through it that fast, so I can only conclude that the old lady pilfers
it.
You'd think he's spend some of it on wrinkle cream
and topee'. God knows, she needs it. And, the money isn't the only thing
she's taking. Food seems to disappear at an alarming rate. Especially
the good stuff--ice cream, cookies, candy--I just can't keep them in
the house. She really has a sweet tooth.
She should watch it; he's really putting on the pounds. I think she
realizes that, and to make himself feel better, I know she is tampering
with my scale so I'll think that I'm gaining weight, too.
For an old woman, she's really quite childish.
She also gets into my closets when I'm not home and alters all my clothes.
They're getting tighter every day.
Another thing: I wish she'd stop messing with my files and the papers
on my desk. I can't find a thing any more. This is particularly hard
to deal with because I'm extremely neat and organized; but she manages
to jumble everything up so nothing is where it's supposed to be.
Furthermore, when I program my VCR to tape something
important, she fiddles with it after I leave the room so it records
the wrong channel or shuts off completely. She finds innumerable,
imaginative ways to irritate me. She gets to my newspapers, magazines
and mail before me--and blurs all the print; and he's done something
sinister with the volume controls on my TV, radio, and phone. Now all
I hear are mumbles and whispers.
She's also made my stairs steeper, my vacuum cleaner
heavier, all my knobs and faucets hard to turn and my bed higher and
a real challenge to climb into and out of. Furthermore, she gets to
my groceries as soon as I shelve them and applies super glue to the
tops of every jar and bottle so they're just about impossible to open.
Is this any way to repay my hospitality?
I don't even get any respite at night. More than
once her snoring has awakened me. I don't know why she can't do something
about that. It's very unattractive. As if all this isn't bad enough,
she is no longer confining her malevolence to the house.
She's now found a way to sneak into my car with
me and follow me wherever I go. I see her reflection in store windows
as I pass, and she's taken all the fun out of clothes shopping because
her penchant for monopolizing mirrors has extended to dressing rooms.
When I try something on, she dons an identical outfit--which looks
ridiculous on her and then stands directly in front of me so I can't
see how great it looks on me.
I thought he couldn't get any meaner than that,
but yesterday she proved me wrong. She had the nerve to come with me
when I went to have some passport pictures taken, and he actually stepped
in front of the camera just as the shutter clicked. Disaster! I have
never seen such a terrible picture. How can I go abroad now? No customs
official is ever going to believe that old fart scowling from my passport
is me.
She's walking on very thin ice. If she keeps this
up, I swear, I'll put her in a home. On second thought, I shouldn't
be too hasty. First, I think I'll check with the IRS and see if I can
claim her as a dependent.