It's a tie currently between my old neighbor Natalie and my recent one Francine.
Natalie enjoyed sitting on her patio and cutting her wrists, no joke, and would scream at me "I'm not crazy!"
Francine would wash her car with a broom, wipe her dogs butt whenever he dropped a deuce and sing to him, and would tend to her garden even though she was bleeding through her shirt. She has breast cancer and refuses to ever go to the hospital or see a doctor.
On a good day both women were polite and cordial, at least they were to me anyway.









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