Last night we attended a meeting at city hall for the board of appeals. A developer is putting up a two-family across the street and wanted a variance. We wanted to make sure everything was done correctly so as not to impede upon the tight parking in the area. All was fine but the real drama wasn't in our appeal but the one we had to sit through before hand.
Neighbors bitching! I don't understand how people can live next to each other with such vehement detest. Move!
This one-lady got up and read a plea to the board about how she's been living in this small house for 20 years - a 600 square foot home. She was denied the right to build onto the property to her right so now she just wanted to build up. I felt bad for her. She couldn't afford to move elsewhere but loved her home. When the floor came open to the public, there were throngs of support until the abutter - some portly bitter woman, got up and lambasted the petitioner because the development would impede her water view and breeze. But instead of sticking to facts she started spouting how the lady was a spinster, had no need for additional space. She didn't have a boyfriend, there's never been children there in 20 years. There was no need for her to expand.
Fortunately the board approved her construction. I was out in the hall afterward and as she was leaving she was crying and thanking her attorney.