stinkers in my day

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I gassed up the car this late morning. Three cars could be at the pumps. I came in behind another vehicle. I hoped I was wrong but wasn't. The lady in the vehicle ahead of me left her car sitting there at the pump while she went into the station to get snacks. Grrrrump from me. I pumped my gas, noticed a guy behind me so I told him I would need to back up a bit to get around Bozo Lady. Right then she came out. Acted like she was going to leave. Then she jumped out of her vehicle to dump something into the garbage can. She finally roared away- I think she noticed my grumpy face. Earlier I had found enough energy to walk Rufus around the block. He spoils me. I could walk him on a shoe string. He knows to keep to my left side. We just came to the back of the property, heading around the corner and a lady from across the street, one of the super fancy houses, started talking to us. Her big message was that she was selling her fancy digs and did not like the pile of lumber that we have behind our shed. She hoped that stack wouldn't affect the sale of her house. She then got into the Pity Party as I call it- basically making my hubby sound like a big baby instead of a grown, educated man. Just cause he can't see. Therefore he must need taking care of and that probably has a lot to do with our not perfect property. I don't play emotional games with neighbors. They can come get to know us. But accosting me when I am walking with my dog? No thanks. Yes I tried to be civil. She wouldn't have noticed, anyway. She only heard her own bag of wind.