Neighbors from Hell

[Anonymous]

We lived in a townhouse with a postage stamp sized front yard. My husband was in the front yard one day and saw it was full of dog crap. We later noticed our neighbor's boyfriend in our yard with their dog pooping. We politely mentioned it to her and she was very apologetic. A few days later, he was in our yard again with the dog pooping once again. I went outside and totally went off on him. You probably could have heard me a few blocks away. But he never did it again.

[Anonymous]

My husband and I are pretty young to be homeowners. I know our neighbors were a bit worried that we'd be loud, have people over at all hours, not take care of our house etc. They were pleasantly supprised that were good neighbors. Too bad our middle aged neighbors across the street started a terrible garage band and practice three days a week. Seriously they're terrible

[Anonymous]

I had a neighbor once I was somewhat friendly with but had to back off because she seemed to think I was her staff of one. I work from home so she'd inbox me during the day asking if I could do this or that at her house that she forgot about, pull her chicken out of the freezer, her bins to the curb, turn the AC on, could I get her kids today, that sort of thing. Once in a while I wouldn't mind but this happened regularly. The kicker was when she said her daughter wanted a dog, if they got one would I mind going down to their house a few times a day to let it out for business and then spend a few minutes with it when it got lonely.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:We lived in a townhouse with a postage stamp sized front yard. My husband was in the front yard one day and saw it was full of dog crap. We later noticed our neighbor's boyfriend in our yard with their dog pooping. We politely mentioned it to her and she was very apologetic. A few days later, he was in our yard again with the dog pooping once again. I went outside and totally went off on him. You probably could have heard me a few blocks away. But he never did it again.

So were you the neighbor from hell or was he?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:We lived in a townhouse with a postage stamp sized front yard. My husband was in the front yard one day and saw it was full of dog crap. We later noticed our neighbor's boyfriend in our yard with their dog pooping. We politely mentioned it to her and she was very apologetic. A few days later, he was in our yard again with the dog pooping once again. I went outside and totally went off on him. You probably could have heard me a few blocks away. But he never did it again.

So were you the neighbor from hell or was he?

The neighbor who brought his dog over to poop on the front lawn, repeatedly, and failed to clean it up was probably the neighbor from hell, don't you think?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I had a neighbor once I was somewhat friendly with but had to back off because she seemed to think I was her staff of one. I work from home so she'd inbox me during the day asking if I could do this or that at her house that she forgot about, pull her chicken out of the freezer, her bins to the curb, turn the AC on, could I get her kids today, that sort of thing. Once in a while I wouldn't mind but this happened regularly. The kicker was when she said her daughter wanted a dog, if they got one would I mind going down to their house a few times a day to let it out for business and then spend a few minutes with it when it got lonely.

There's chutzpah for you! I used to pay a petsitter a substantial amount of money to do that for my animals. Hope that's when you started telling her no.

[Anonymous]

Not vicious but insanely annoying and a must read when it comes to shitty neighbors.

http://www.drwingnut.info/?p=1285

[Anonymous]

We lived in a building with an eight car garage on the first floor. The block was half commercial, half residential. Our building (e.g., garage and driveway) was where the commercial/residential dividing line was. After we'd been there a few years this little shop opened next door to us. At first we were thrilled because it had been an empty storefront for a *long* time. Then the problems began. The employees would stand in our doorway to smoke - which meant our house smelled of smoke even with the windows closed and they left butts all over our stoop. The store owner also told people they could park in our driveway, which was an enormous hassle with eight cars going in and out of there. They also used to stage fashion shows until 2 and 3 am with people drinking and littering beer bottles in front of our entrance and blocking the garage. We tried complaining but the owner told us to just "get used to it." At one point I was getting treated for cancer and this customer parked in our driveway and refused to move his car so I could get out to go to the doctor. After asking nicely, I lost it and started yelling. Finally had to call the cops but he took off before they got there - not before I missed my appointment though. I was never so happy as when we moved out of that place.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:We lived in a building with an eight car garage on the first floor. The block was half commercial, half residential. Our building (e.g., garage and driveway) was where the commercial/residential dividing line was. After we'd been there a few years this little shop opened next door to us. At first we were thrilled because it had been an empty storefront for a *long* time. Then the problems began. The employees would stand in our doorway to smoke - which meant our house smelled of smoke even with the windows closed and they left butts all over our stoop. The store owner also told people they could park in our driveway, which was an enormous hassle with eight cars going in and out of there. They also used to stage fashion shows until 2 and 3 am with people drinking and littering beer bottles in front of our entrance and blocking the garage. We tried complaining but the owner told us to just "get used to it." At one point I was getting treated for cancer and this customer parked in our driveway and refused to move his car so I could get out to go to the doctor. After asking nicely, I lost it and started yelling. Finally had to call the cops but he took off before they got there - not before I missed my appointment though. I was never so happy as when we moved out of that place.

Sounds horrible. Sorry about your cancer, hope you're better now.