- These Are the People In My Neighborhood: the Neighborhood
- These Are the People In My Neighborhood: the Poultry
- These Are the People In My Neighborhood: the Old Man
- These Are the People in My Neighborhood: Weird Man
- These Are the People In My Neighborhood: the Animals
- These Are the People In My Neighborhood: the Car People
- These Are the People In My Neighborhood: Creepy Guy
- These Are the People In My Neighborhood: Crazy Phone Lady
- These Are the People In My Neighborhood: New Jersey Version
I cannot believe I haven’t posted about the Sopranos guys and the pay phone across the street, but when I was looking for a post about them so I could link it from this post, I couldn’t find one. That will be remedied at some point.
But this post isn’t about them. It’s about Crazy Phone Lady. It’s amazing how much blog fodder one can find by dint of having a pay phone across the street from one’s house.
Crazy Phone Lady is a relatively recent arrival to the cast of colorful characters around here. I guess it was about 2 months ago she started showing up. She arrives several times a week, usually between 1pm and 3pm, and only on weekdays, never on weekends. She carries several plastic grocery bags with her. I don’t think she’s homeless, because she looks well taken care of and not raggedy at all. My guess is she’s somewhere in her 60’s.
When she arrives at the pay phone, she sets her bags down on the ground and arranges them daintily around herself. She then pulls out a battered black leather phone book and starts flipping through it. When she finds what she’s looking for, she picks up the phone and makes her call.
“You get out of there!” she hisses into the telephone in a low, scary demon voice. “I don’t wanna see you anymore! Get out of there!”
She continues in this vein for several minutes, then hangs up the phone, gathers her bags, and walks away.
I have no idea who she’s calling or whether it’s the same person each time. For all I know, she doesn’t even know the person she’s berating. What I do know is that the cats find her utterly fascinating. When she arrives, they line up on the windowsill to stare at her with wide eyes, trying to figure out what’s up with her. I have to resist the urge to do the same.