Another member of the "I hate Daniel" club

Okay, so I mentioned yesterday about me and the old lady going at it. I really don't know if she's 90, but I know she is older than dirt. In fact, I think she is just a bunch of ash held together by death itself. The day the lady and I had it out was actually for a similar reason as the guy yesterday (must be me).

This old lady lives at the other end of my street. She would walk her dog every day and this dog was just as old as she was. This dog would get tired by the time they got to the end of the street and she would carry the dog back to her apartment. Anyway, one day she stopped walking the dog. I assume it was time for the dog to "head for the light Carol Anne". I think this made her more bitter (assumptions here. I love making an ass out of u and mptions).

One day I was walking my dog and I was wearing head phones. As I was walking, I see her walking toward me waving frantically. I thought, "Wow. This nice old lady is waving at me." (Sadly, I really did think this at the time) I took off my headphones to talk to her and she started yelling at me.

Daughter of Death: "Don't ignore me!"
Me: "What?"
Dod: "I was trying to talk to you but you kept ignoring me."
Dod: "I don't want you to walk your dog around here. You keep leaving her poop in the grass and I keep stepping in it."
Me: "Did you see me leave any poop in the grass? I pick up after my dog."
Dod: "I don't care! I don't want you to let her use the bathroom in the grass."
Me: "I don't give a damn what you want. Unless, you see me leaving her shit in the grass, don't accuse me of doing it."
Dod: "I won't tell you again, quit walking her in our yard." (She turns around and starts to walk back inside)
Me: "Shut the fuck up. I'll walk her where I want to walk her."

I continue walking her in the yard and had the "I dare you to come back outside" stare on my face. The problem is that her neighbors let their dogs out and they shit in the grass, then they go back inside. She is not stupid. She knows this, everyone on the street sees it happening. She is just looking for someone to blame. She rents an apartment just like everyone else, so it's not like this is her house or something.

I know I didn't have to act the way I did, but that is my trigger. When people think they can talk to me like they've known me for years. I ain't your bitch... don't talk to me like that.

Anyway, she hasn't talked to me since then. I've accomplished my goal and sent her on her way. I think the biggest part of the problem is the area I live in. It is mostly made up of spoiled people. They are probably used to Mexicans being the yard guys or help staff, so they can talk to them however they want. Well, I'm showing them the other side of the Mexican. The mother fucker that will stab you in the back as you walk away. I'm tired of trying to blend in with this crowd around here. Either talk to me with respect or don't talk to me at all.