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Is it bad that I loathe my next door neighbor?
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Donitello
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Oct 13, 2010 01:57AM
Ha! Smetch, it made me want to as well.
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Really? It did! So we're weird in the same fashion. Excellent.
Start out with horrible neighbors, move to Orange Julius, such tangled threads. I never know what is going to turn up, but it's rarely boring.
Stick around pretty soon this will all seem normal.
Larry, you had to root around for that one.
I was in the cellar, anyway, Joanne. So I'm like, what the hell ....
My neighbor hates squirrels, so he went after them with a slingshot. Unfortunately, his aim was bad, and he broke two of my window panes. I asked him to stop shooting, but he continued and one day almost hit me with one of his rocks. I shouted to him that I was going to call the police, and he told me to go ahead. Of course, there was nothing the police could do, since he had hidden the slingshot and denied everything. A couple of weeks later, he hired some guys to cut all the limbs off his 70-foot pine trees. They died, of course, and there was a year there when we neighbors wondered which way these giant stumps would fall when there was a storm. This guy also planted things on my property, cut my shrubbery with a chain saw while I was at work, and shot my pets with his slingshot. Loving my neighbor has been a real stretch - impossible, really. The best I can do is to ignore him when possible and refuse to let him make me miserable (his obvious intent). What's up with these people?
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Scout, I believe you need to read my post on the previous page....if you need any further ideas I'll be happy to brainstorm for you >;)~
It's 9:30 now. Time to mow the lawn and anyone I wake up should have been up anyway.
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Lobstergirl wrote: "That may be the worst neighbor yet. I think I would have that guy killed, actually."That's something I considered in the wee hours of the morning.
I must be the neighbour from hell. I needed to mow the lawn. I had been up since 6.00am impatiently doing other chores waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting... okay 9.00am is late enough. I had things to do, I couldn't wait all day.
I had another neighbor pass away this week, the lady right across the street. Two weeks, two funerals.
Larry wrote: "What are you up to, Jim?"Well I hope this is not one of those cases where it happens in three.
These were obviously good neighbors, and I'm sorry they're gone, Jim. My bad slingshot-shooting neighbor has been a pain, but I'm thankful for my other neighbor Melinda, with whom I share so many daily worries and joys.
i heard some stories about bad neighbors that will make most other neighbors look like the perfect neighbors.a girl i know had her appartment flooded when her upstairs neighbor was growing large quantities of weed. that was a year ago. not too long ago there was another police raid, because the new upstairs neighbor was a coke dealer. her downstairs neighbor runs an escort service for black men called 'black pearl' and he's a known con artist. and it's not even a bad neighborhood.
Our house is one side of a duplex. We've gotten along with the neighbors who share the wall since they moved in about a year ago. It's a young couple, a chef and a social worker. He and his wife are both perfectly nice usually, and he and Zu like to bring each other food sometimes to show off. They have three yappy dogs, but the yapping is usually brief. The wall is thin, and the sound seems to travel mostly toward us. Their bedroom is across the wall from my study, and their bathroom from our bedroom. If I'm working at my computer and they decide they need an afternoon delight, I can hear them. If he sings in the shower, I can hear him. Usually it's bearable.He came home at 1:30 on Saturday night, and proceeded to howl at his dogs until all three of them were howling. Then he ran up and down his stairs hooting and hollering for about an hour. I banged on the wall and shouted for him to shut up, we were trying to sleep. I had to be up early to work brunch on Sunday. He banged on the wall back at me. I probably should have rung his bell or something but it was freezing out and I didn't want to get out of bed.
Yesterday I knocked at his door and civilly told him that he may not know how thin the wall was, but that
he woke up my entire house when he came in. You know what he said?
"Okay."
Not "sorry," just "okay."
Grr...
Next time I'm calling the police.
Zu wants to start quoting him back to him, since she's the one who usually hears his shower pep-talks to himself. He takes both sides of the conversation.
"Your food is sooooooo good."
"Why thank you!"
"No, really. It's like the best food I've ever head in my life."
"Oh, do go on..."
"I want to give you a million dollars to start a restaurant for me."
"Why thank you!"
"You'll be getting a great review from me."
"I'm honored."
etc.
I'm fairly sure that he's got some sort of mental health issue. He shouts sometimes during the day, and weeps sometimes. Zu's favorite is the conversations with himself. But if he keeps me up til 2:30 again when I have to be up the next morning I'm not going to be pleased.
Sally wrote: "Scary bad neighbor!"I agree.
That's too bad, hopefully things get worked out.
The person who bought the unit next to me is someone with whom I have to work occasionally. As soon as she moved in, we suggested that she have consideration for neighbors and take off her shoes when she's at home. (We all have hardwood floors, and hard shoes echo like the dickens to either side, upwards, and downwards.)Her first response was, "Oh hell I live in high heels." In other words, "Screw you, I don't care."
She often comes in late at night, and keeps her high heels on, marching to and fro, for another couple of hours. Sounds like the Kentucky Derby over there.
She's better than the guy who used to live there, though.
Barb wrote: "I don't get you crazy Americans with your wearing shoes in the house."Hey I agreee. Mine come off at the door.
I usually take my shoes off at the door. If I'm just running in to get something to go back out I don't.
My upstairs neighbors take their shoes off at the door too...and then strap cinder-blocks to their feet so they can stomp around the apartment at all hours.
Last night I dreamed that my other neighbor's friend stole my dryer out of my basement. I saw them drive off with a dryer in the bed of a maroon pickup truck, and just as they left, I said "that looks familiar..." and ran downstairs to find that ours was gone.Stress dreams about neighbors are no fun.
I once lived in apartment with my friend Manus for about nine months while I was laid off back in 1982 and I'd just like to float an apology to the residents of that entire building wherever they may be.
We lived like vampires, watched cable TV all night, and that last party was completely over the top. Our bad...
We lived like vampires, watched cable TV all night, and that last party was completely over the top. Our bad...
Yeah, I know what you mean, Clark. Whenever I get steamed about noisy neighbors, I do have to remind myself that I was 20 years old once and surely no joy to have as a neighbor. I try to cut the young rowdies some slack.
I'm still enjoying the image of people with cinder blocks on their feet.
Oh, I wish I could say that I was clever enough to have invented it, but it's actually from a New Yorker cartoon of about a year ago. A couple in a New York apartment wearing cinder blocks on their feet get a complaining phone call from the downstairs neighbor and can't understand what his problem is.
*goes off to search New Yorker cartoons*Found it! It's a Gahan Wilson. Should have known. They won't let me link to it, though. :(
Sarah Pi wrote: "Are they searchable these days?"Yes but they are never free to use.
http://www.cartoonbank.com
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Wow.
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Zu says I have elephant feet. I do clomp a bit. But I try to be considerate. My Wii is above a housemate's bedroom, so I don't play with the Active or the Fit between 10 pm and 10 am.
