It’s Just Diet Coke
When my husband and I were first married, we lived in an apartment complex with a very strange lady as our next-door neighbor. She was in her 40s but consistently hung around with a bunch of college-age guys who also lived in the complex. It gave off a weird vibe. And they were oddly devoted to her.
She was constantly carrying around a red Solo cup of something. She said it was just Diet Coke, but she didn’t ever put it down, and if she did, she would beg somebody to watch it. Then, when she picked it up again, she would be very nervous that somebody had touched it and/or put something in it.
One day, she told us that she slept during the day, and while she was asleep, the apartment manager would slip her a mickey so that her ex could come into her apartment and take stuff.
She also accused the apartment manager of getting her trashed in order to take the teeth out of her mouth. Then, she asked us if she could borrow our cat because her apartment had rats.
As far as we knew, she didn’t have a job, but every night she would drive into the city—about 30–45 minutes away—to spend the night partying while leaving her teenage daughter home alone. Story credit: Reddit / (KnockMeYourLobes)