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There are several ‘horror’ stories about this extreme SPV, this is the one from the ‘party’ that was not a party, remember him?  Now, can you imagine if the ‘party’ was not a party and my window is now his window… the kind of obstinate freak I had to deal with?  But this one is so crazy!  Either you agree with him or… else?

One night, my husband and I, were quietly relaxing while watching TV in the living room in our apartment but… since it was hot, I opened the window and closed the drapes, so that some fresh air would breeze in.

That window was facing this extreme SPV’s patio… which later serves him as an excuse

for his behavior… it’s my fault - according to his logic - which is like blaming a mugging victim for carrying money around… even though, the rest of us mortals know that it is the freaking mugger’s fault who decided that, since working means moving, he’d rather steal.

Anyway, since my window was right in his patio he just decided to walk over, open the drapes, pop his head - and half his body - in my apartment, and start a conversation… yes… just like that!

Mi husband and I were shocked!  We let him know that he shouldn’t do that… popping his head in our space, our privacy… but in the twisted mind of an SPV there’s always the: Yeah, but…

He insisted of having done nothing wrong and accused us of being ‘aggressive’!  Yes… sounds like creative writing, I know!

There was no way we could make him understand that an open window is not an invitation.  He never understood why we were upset and, by the time my husband told him we could have been in a, somewhat, ‘relaxed’ position he just said: “Yeah, but… you weren’t” - as if his opinion were important!  The eternal: ‘Yeah, but…’ in the mouth of an SPV.  But wait, there’s more… the plot thickens…

He goes inside his house, my doorbell rings, and we open the door only to find this extreme SPV standing there with a gun in his hand.  Yep! ...a freaking gun in his hand!  Yelling and threatening to pull the trigger if we didn’t say we were sorry… see?  I’m telling you they’re nuts!  Can’t get any more dreadful than that!  Or can it?

Of course it was my fault for opening my window.  It was my fault for having a window ‘in his patio’.  My fault, right? 

So, as not to continue with the conversation from beyond, we decided that when an SPV feels threatened and comes to you with a gun in his hand… you ask for forgiveness… you disconnect him from your life and mind… but you ask for forgiveness!

Even though I’ve got more ‘horror’ stories about this guy… that was the last I heard from him!