Ugh, she got to me. I had really made it a point never to meet the downstairs neighbor. Eight hours later, it's eating away at me because now I'm creeping around the house, cringing at every creaky floorboard. It feels like now that she met me, she's going to feel that she can actually approach me from now on. I mean, I did not put on an air that I was deeply sorry and I gave a bit of a "tough luck" kind of attitude, so maybe she doesn't really think she got anywhere with her confrontation. But 24 hours ago, I was walking normally, and now it's bugging me to death, and I'm looking up carpet places to buy remnants.
They (neighbors) always sneak up on you when you least expect it.