He flat-out refused. Now I’m hearing he’s been telling other neighbors that I’m being tight. That I’m making a fuss over “a bit of electricity.”
But I can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t about money at all.
It’s about boundaries. Respect. And the fact he thinks he can steamroll right over mine.
Have I really gone too far by locking my own socket—or is he just unbelievably, outrageously rude? Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
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