Please share funny/terrible neighbor stories
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OP back, I love all these. Pp, your upstairs vacuuming neighbor has likely been diagnosed with Acute Toddleritis. Symptoms include constant broken glass / dishes and suspicious-looking messes on the floor at all hours. |
I can't even tell you how angry it made me to be awakened out of a dead sleep by a roomba.
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When I lived in an apartment building in the Upper Midwest I was on the 4th floor of a 4 story building so of course I got a ton of snow on my balcony every winter. It was in the apartment code of conduct and in our leases that we had to shovel our balconies so they didn't collapse under snow and ice. Pretty standard stuff. So I got my big shovel and got to work on it one Saturday around 11 AM, again, pretty standard time. My neighbor directly under me came out and started shouting about how PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEEEEP SHUT UP. Of course this guy had no problems playing every Genesis song ever, constantly, late at night, with the highest bass possible. And he and his live-in GF (I think it was actually her apartment and he just lived there but since he was unemployed he was home all the time) would have loud, drunken fights, every day.
The condo I first lived in when I moved here, a new guy bought the unit next door to me and he was really nice but he snored like a god damn freight train. We could hear him in our bedroom. Couldn't wait to get out of there! |
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My mom got a call from a neighbor that my sister and I were inappropriately dressed and it wasn't "that type" of neighborhood.
We were 11 and 14 in one piece bathing suits washing a station wagon in the driveway ...in the suburbs. It become a point of contention with this neighbor for years. Years later when we were both pregnant and saw this neighbor while visiting my mom we plotted to recreate this scene, in bikinis while pregnant, to really make her mad but my mom begged us not to. |
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I have always been lucky with my neighbors.
The only story I have are good ones. When I was young and living at home, I had a neighbor who was real cool. When we went out of town, he'd mow our lawn, shovel our snow, and get our mail. When he went out of town, we did the same for him. During my late teens/early 20s, my parents would go out of town so I'd have the place to myself. I threw a lot of parties. I always made sure to keep the noise down outside. It was clearly obvious there was a party inside, but he never said a word to my father or came over to complain. Only once did he knock on the door and that was because a fight broke out outside. I made it up to him by mowing his lawn for a few weeks even though he didn't ask me. |
Anonymous
OMG. Are you me? When I first moved to DC 20 years ago I lived in an apartment in a semi sketchy area - nothing too bad, just all I could afford. Upstairs neighbor had seemed like a normal woman, but over time turned out she had some sort of mental breakdown. She vacuumed ALL THE TIME. Any hour of the day or night for at least a half hour at a time. I complained to the management and they kept talking to her but they told me she had really lost it and believed there were spirits coming out of the walls and she was vacuuming them all up. I started sleeping with a pillow over my head and all my friends constantly asked me about the "mad vacuumer." Well, they finally decided to evict her and asked if I would testify and I agreed. I received a summons and went to the courthouse on the appointed day, taking time off work to do so. But I could't find where i needed to be and wandered around a lot looking, until I finally found someone to ask and she looked it up and said the case had been dismissed. Thanks for telling me, apartment managers! Anyway, got home and the poor woman had moved out. Never heard anything more. 20 years later, I still sleep with a (light feather) pillow on my head. It just became something I did and I like the cocoon feeling. |
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Good story here too. We recently moved from a condo in Old Town to a suburb. I don't know squat about gardening, and a neighbor re-landscaped the front of our house when I told her I didn't know what I was doing. She said she always wanted pretty flowers and shrubs in front of our house, and the previous owners "didn't attend to it" in her words. It is truly beautiful, and she won't let me pay her. We would come home from work and she was out front. . .we could tell she had been at it all day.
I know a little bit about computers, and regularly help her when she has trouble. It's a great relationship we have. 
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Anonymous
HA! Who knew I would hit a nerve with the crazy vacuuming. 
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Our starter house was in a close-in DC suburb. Next door lived a family with three generations. People who lived a block or two away used to ask us in all seriousness if it was a home for unwed mothers, but that's not the main thing. The grandfather had bought the place many decades ago and could no longer leave his bedroom, but he still shot squirrels out his bedroom window.
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a couple years ago I got a new next door neighbor (our apartments share a wall). She never said "hi", acted very proud and had an extremely tall (at least 6'10 boy friend).
We would hear music very late at night, sometimes rather loud. I mentioned it to her once, she did not reply anything. A few months after she moved in, I saw the building maintenance guy running out of her apartment in panic, saying we needed to call 9-1-1. I went in and saw the boy friend tied up to a chair with his mouth taped completely. I took the tape off, and learned that it was part of their sexual fantasies ... I exited the apartment, and told the poor maintenance guy everything was fine. They have since moved. And no, I am not trolling. |
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| Roomba poster again - I had a neighbor who would cry piteously and listen to the same country music song over and over and over. I was so sad for her. She was very mousy and scurried away whenever I saw her. |
Anonymous
LOL what song was it? |
Anonymous
Well, it is unlikely her/him unless she moved to a nice area in Virginia. But she/he (haven't pinpointed who they are) likely does have a similar mental condition. I understand the toddler explanation, but not at late hours of the day. Especially if it is ONLY late hours of the night. Something weird is going on. |
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| We lived in an apartment in a very dense neighborhood in Denver. There was a vacant bot behind our building so we decided to start parking in it rather than fight for parking on street. Our crazy neighbor started writing homemade parking tickets "from" the building name. When our friends came by they parked there too for their own mementos. We had a stack of about 20 by the time we left. They were frequently written on junk mail, shopping lists or other used pieces of paper. One day he printed some on the computer. That was fun. |
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| Bot=lot^ |
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Back when I was in Grad school, I lived in a shared house: I had my bedroom. I was spending a lot of time working/studying in the house, and one day observed some neighborhood kids throwing rocks at my car, so I called the police.
This led to them kicking in my door, and I grabbed a 14yo and held him till the police got there. They lied and said I kidnapped them, but the big dent in the screen door corroborated my story. The 14yo was brought into court. His sister (younger) told her school that I was following her to school and eyeing her. She claimed I was following her every day for a week. The police, unbeknownst to me, trailed me one morning...While he was following me, the girl claimed I followed her to school again (I was at the university). At that time, the officer that was following me knocked on my office door, and let me know what was going on. Apparently, the girl was then told the penalty for filing a false report. After that, I moved away as soon as I could. Fortunately, the landlord wanted quiet and let me move early. |