...Yulia strikes again...

Everyday (ok maybe not everyday but most days) I meet the sister across the street for some chit chat time at lunch. She lives right beside me and knows all about the misfortune of living beside the crazy Russian neighbor. So sister goes on to tell me these two stories:


Numero Uno....
There are two apt buildings with a big back yard that we all park in. Sister's building is 4 units w/ 2 bedrooms each; therefore, they generally have more cars on their side of the yard.


Yulia always tries to squeeze her car into their yard. (For why? I have no clue. Maybe she is rebellious) Keep in mind that, not only do we have more room on our side of the yard, but we also have more room in the front of the buildings to park. The 2 bedroom apartments' front is yellow lined so they can't even park in front.


So one day Sister is sitting on her porch and sees Yulia drive up. The yard was full and one car on Sister's side was parked a bit crooked so Yulia couldn't quite fit in the yard that she obviously wanted. She backs into our part of the yard, parking her car ever so neatly. She then procedes to go to Sister's neighbor and asks them to move thier car so she can park on thier side. W.T.H??
Still think I am crazy for thinking Yulia is crazy? OK didn't think so.

Numero Dos
I told you about the ginormous space in the front for us to park, right? Apparently Yulia doesn't want to park there because a tree limb fell on the neighbor's house....
First of all there is one tree in the front and it has already fallen and done its thing.
Second of all...there about 40 in the back yard.
Poor Yulia.

So I know that was boring, but I was on a rant.
night,
-g