(Bad) neighbours

And then to Toronta and Montreawl.

 

At my current home, I have no complaints about the neighbors.
At my previous apartment, I had loud neighbors how argued loudly about such topics as 'Pass me the f*ckin' pipe!'
They also had an infant. When the babby cried, they dealt with the situation by yelling at her to 'Shut the f*ck up!'

 

Once you get a house you never go back.

We once had a next door neighbor at an apartment complex who lost her job. A month or so later she had a new car, sexy clothes and about four to five men coming to her apartment a day. We were pretty confident was running an escort service ... more power to her ...

My most memorable neighbor was in college, had a swastika tattoed on his arm. Every morning at 6:30 a.m. he would rev up his pickup about 50 times before he went to work.

 

I had a neighbor (not my current friend) who passed gas so loud, you could hear it through the paper-thin walls.

 

Worst neighbors: Of course they were always when we lived in apartments. The squeaky matress guy banging his fat-ass girlfriend above us, the lady who blasted Michael Bolton music (15 years ago and I still hate that f-er) from the apartment above and the anti-abortion whacko who posted signs on her door across the hall from me (I thought they were aimed at me ... a pro-choice whacko, but apparently they were for an ex-boyfriend).

Since we've been in our house, it's a totally different ballgame. A lot of people keep to themselves, which I don't particularly like. But we have an asian neighbor who brings us home-made fried rice from time to time. Another neighbor and his wife have started coming to our daughter's tee-ball softball games (more than my own damn family). Tonight, the same lady neighbor (who has lupus and needs a kidney transplant) brought over turnip greens, greenbeans and potatos. Best stuff I've had since my Granny died six years ago. My wife is a yankee who does not know how to cook such southern delicacies! Don't get me wrong, I like my wife's cooking better than anything else on earth (now that Granny's gone) but she just doesn't do the beans and greans thing I was raised on!

 

We have a neighbor who talks like the bus driver on South Park yes. She's absolutely insane, but we can't do anything about it. She's the ADA's wife.

Which, of course, makes her think she's absolutely entiled to everything.

The otherday she yelled at my 72-year-old father for encroaching on her driveway while he helped Dr. J unload a china cabinet. Fat bitch.

 

She's the assistant district attorney's wife!

 

Fear not Boots, I didn't touch his truck, more fantasizing than anything.I'm too much of a chicken shit to do anything like that. Still doesn't mean I can't be pissed off at this ignorant prick. His truck is also a peace of shit. Although it's a newer model Nissan, it runs louder than most diesels, that and he also likes to let it warm up for a half hour every morning at about 6:30

 

Call the cops. Go out and talk with him. Just don't touch his shit. Then you will be in the wrong.

 

boots, he was kidding. Why don't you go commit sodomy and calm down.

 

Downstairs we have the Savages. At least that's what I call them, because they're uncivilized. All they do is yell and scream and slam doors and when there is a problem they don't simply walk up the stairs to ask us to take care of it - instead, they bang on the ceiling of their apartment as a means of communication. Likewise, when one of us goes downstairs to ask the same, we're greeted by yelling and screaming and an eventual door slamming.

 

New neighbors are quiet. I had a beer with one the other week while he was working on his car. He promised to take me to the chicken fights.
It's a great neighborhood - friendly and quiet.
Plus, now we've got an orange tree and a lemon tree.