You woke my cat!
 

Everyone has neighbours, well not everyone but most. Some you can live with and even become really good friends with (i.e my neighbour and one of my best friends Hannah), But not all neighbours are nice people. Some are annoying, angry, strange and some even too nice.

I have an annoying (old) neighbour, Mrs. Nixon, who lives behind us. She is normally ok, but everynow and then she will come around asking us to turn down the music or ask that we stop kicking a ball around for fear of it breaking her windows. We usually have to notify her when we are having company around so she can expect noise.

One time I was vacuuming the house as a favour to my mother who was out. After about 15 minutes I hear the doorbell ring, and surely enough it was Mrs. Nixon asking about the noise. "I was just vacuuming" I said.
"Oh , I was wondering if you could turn it down as you woke my cat." She replied.
"I can't really, all the windows are closed and I don't think vacuum cleaners have volume control"
"Mine does" she said, "it never wakes Sydney (her cat.)"
I didn't believe her story, but didn't want to blantantly say it so I asked if it was ok if I used her vacuum cleaner.
"Oh no, it's not working it at the moment."
"OK, then I will have to use ours then. Apologise to Sydney for me." I said hoping it would be the end of the matter.
"You could just vacuum at about 4, he won't be sleeping then."
"I'm sorry Mrs. Nixon, I will be out at 4." I said while closing the door.

She rang my mother later that night detailing how "rude" I was. We get this alot from her, we have just learned to humour her.

So I am asking do you have any stories to tell about strange or annoying neighbours?

Next time, tell them that you have every right to keep your house clean as long as you're not making excessive noice after (town laws vary, but usually it's 9-10PM) hours. And if she doesn't like it, she can take you to court. Then slam the door in her face. ^^;;

Gosh instead of getting 23 hours of sleep that day the cat only got 22 hours and 45 minutes. How tragic I am sure. What a weirdo.

Back when I was in college and living in a dorm, I had a neighbor who loved to play 1930s american jazz REALLY LOUD pretty much any time he was in the room. That was really annoying, especially when I had guests in the room. Especially when the guest was the girl I was dating at the time. Loud 1930s jazz is really distracting and annoying in certain situations, let me tell you.

My folks live next door to this annoying lady. I was around when she dropped by recently. She will sit down and talk. And talk. And talk. For hours on end. The type of person who you can't get a word into edgewise. And they enjoy the sound of their own voice.

She calls them and visits often. I was over there once, we were gonna go have a nice dinner around 6:30. She comes at 5:45pm unannounced, and we can't get her out the door until 9:00pm. I shit you not. God does she annoy me. She apparently called them once because there were rabbits on their front lawn. This was around 10pm at night. I mean wtf.

Plus she can't stop talking about her sons. About how smart or how athletic they are. But they aren't athletic. And they're as dumb as hell. They went to my school, and I have three years on their oldest. The other kiddo is about the same as his big brother.

If you pay me enough, I'll make it a ninja mission for myself to hide outside her house, and then tiger uppercut her in the face.

As for annoying neighbors, I have none. Sometimes the people next door throw some ridiculously huge parties, and it gets hella loud; but since it's so infrequent we don't really care. I remember when I lived back in the dorms that I would piss off the people down the hall/floor below me with my metal DDR pads. Good times.

I live in a little neighborhood around a cul-de-sac. We're all pretty friendly - at least I've made an effort to be after the break-in and all. But there was this ONE bitch (who has since moved OUT of the neighborhood) that was a real pain in the ass.

My father decides to head home for lunch one day.

As he's leaving, driving out of the neighborhood, notorious CONE LADY (psycho soccer mom with cones everywhere so her kids can play in the street who left some ANONYMOUS LETTERS in mailboxes - apparently only in our box and the Russian neighbors next door) POPS OUT and starts screaming at my father.

My father, let me tell you, is NOT a very nice man. ^_^

He immediately stops the car as shes screaming at him passing by. Slams into reverse, unrolls the window, and with his finger beckons her towards the truck. She does as she's told like a good bitch.

The exchange got pretty heated, apparently. He said she was trying to make retarded excuses.

Dad: "I've had children. I've raised my children. I have never HIT any children. While its MY responsibility to watch for children in the neighborhood, its YOUR responsibility to MAKE SURE YOUR KIDS DON'T PLAY IN THE STREET. I recommend you go back inside and watch your soaps and I will go about my business. No one has done you any wrong."
Lady: I don't know what she said, but it was along the lines of calling the police he said.
Dad: I do not have time to sit here and argue with you all day lady. I will go about my business, and you will go about yours.

I love soccer moms who think that just because they're in the PTA, they have some say about how TRAFFIC is run.

You know, that cat could just be the ONLY thing she has left to live for. How dare you disturb its slumber with your rock'n'roll vacuum cleaner?! (Abduct the cat).

We have had some shit neighbours over the years... we're talking drug-dealing firework-throwing drunken-stabbing vandalising arsonist kinds of neighbours. We REALLY ought to move >_<.

The only annoying neighbors I have are the ones right above us and the crazy one next to us. As for the ones above us, something must be seriously wrong with their hearing. At night, they turn their TV with the surround sound system (I know because it goes through all the rooms in our house) up so everybody in the whole neighborhood can hear it. Sometimes it sounds like they're playing video games or something. But nevertheless, it's annoying as hell. Thank goodness for headphones.

The next door neighbor is a health hazard. This is the picture definition of an alcholic. When people come to visit her (usually around 1am or 2am), they bang really loud on her door, which reverbs all the way back to my room. It sounds like someone's banging on our door. And if that's not bad enough, every once in awhile, she'll leave the gas on her stove on until the hallway and our living room starts smelling like gas. She almost killed everybody in the building last week (including me and my fam). Because of her, we had five fire trucks, three police cars, and an ambulance in our neighborhood because of her. The other people in the building say she's being doing this crap long before we moved in.

Other than this house about 3 doors down that's constantly changing tenants, none of which are the cream of society, my neighborhood is mostly tame.

Although the past denizens of that one apartment house have made several nights interesting. For a couple years, it was very common to see flashing police lights come through my livingroom window. The tenants were always having drunken fights, getting into shouting matches on the front lawn at midnight, throwing shit into the streets and out the windows, etc.

It's not that this is a bad street or even a bad area. It's just that the landlord for this one complex doesn't give a rat's ass who signs a lease. If you have a pulse, some money, and can hold a pen, it's yours.

I'm a pretty bad neighbor. My unique (read nonexistant) grasp of time allows me to blast drum n' bass past eleven at night without the slightest hint of a qualm.

It's neither malice nor selfishnes, I swear; I merely do not realize that it's no longer four in the afternoon.

I have a sad story. A few houses down from my old house lived a kid who had a bunch of diseases and conditions. He was confined to a wheelchair and couldnt move at all. I was too young at the time to remember exactly what he had, but he didnt have long to live we all knew that. So one night my brother had some friends over when the parents were out of town. It was probably about 2am and we were all out on the porch just talking, not really being loud. I went inside and was watching TV and there was a knock on the door so I got my brother. He opened the door and there was my neighbor (the childs mother) and she was like "hey kids Im sorry to disturb you I really am but (boys name) is trying to sleep and he cant because you are being to loud. He is going to die soon and Id like him to rest now, thank you and god bless". I was in utter shock after this happened and I was alway paranoid about going outside at night after that.

When I used to live at home, there was a woman living next to my parents' house. I remember that she would always be on the phone at about 6 AM and would talk loudly. It was especially irritating during the summer since I would always be startled out of sleep when she would scream into the phone.

Some years ago, my parents decided to build a fence around our yard so the dog wouldn't get out. It would run in a straight line from the corner of our deck to the end of an existing fence.

The house next door is one of those rotating duplexes, which has always had various people moving in and out. The landlords were some family friends--the person who did my mother's hair, and one of my teachers at school.

So, imagine our surprise when the teacher guy shows up at our door, accusing us of trying to steal his land. He thought that the fence was a foot over the property line, and wanted it moved back. My dad said that if that was a concern, the guy should have said something when the deck was built, since it and the new fence were flush. Undaunted, the guy insisted that it was land theft and rushed off, promising to sue.

And sue he did. They hired a surveyor, hired a lawyer, and determined that the fence was half a foot over the line. My father reponded by offering to buy that half-foot from the neighbors, but they refused; they wanted the fence AND the deck to be torn down and moved.

The last time my parents tried to talk to them, the wife wound up screaming like a banshee and storming out the door.As a result of all this, the friendship was completely destroyed, and the city didn't even think enough of the matter to do anything, and the court case petered out. The crazy lady to this day blames my parents for overstressing her blockhead of a husband, leading to his early death from a heart attack.

Today another complaint from Mrs. Nixon. She rang my mum accusing me of kicking her cat. Which is partly true, but only because it was attacking my dog. It's goddamn vicious! I kicked at it to try and motivate it to leave our yard.

She really has been getting more and more obnoxious and senile.

I live in an complex with 4 apartments. I swear the neighbors who live next to me on my floor are car theives. The dad is really sketchy and always has random people hanging around the complex and constantly changes car, all with revolving licenses plates. I actually had my license plate stolen in my garage when I first moved here. Of the 3 cars in the garage that night, 2 of them had missing license plates while his remained untouched. I'm paranoid that one day I'll go down to drive to school and find it GONE, disassembled and shipped to Argentina to be repieced and sold. The land lord's wife has had her license plates stolen 4 times since my neighbors moved here, as so his son tells me. The son actually has a theory that they're drug dealers, I'm more on the car angle.

The person who live below me is this old lady that is nice enough but constantly complains to my landlord that my dog and I walk around too loudly. I guess all we can do is crawl around my apartment, because it's not like I'm doing jumping jacks up here. I tried to be quieter since I know she's old but apparently, it's not enough, she was still going to him and even sent a freaking 5 page letter. I stopped caring then, that move was just vindictive.

No use crawling, that's still too noisy. I think you might have to slide your way around.

Abduct it? :o

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Or I can stuff myself in a barrel and roll myself around.

I hope she goes deaf.

Actually, I'm more interested in ridiculous stories of Mrs. Nixon. Please?

For the cat, if you want a clean job... give it a tylenol or two. Cats are allergic. They just... die...

If anything, I would say that we are the "bad neighbors" but I know that isn't true due to the fact that my parents make really good friends at the start and we generally try to do things civilized. The only complaints we have had were from across the street at one time for lighting fireworks when it wasn't a holiday. We apologized and stopped imidiately. The only other way's we could be bad neighbors is that sometimes my dad plays very loud music with the windows open and we all leave the house generally before 8:00 AM.

As for the cat. Don't do anything. Just tell her that it's your property for the cat-fight incident so you are in right, and for any other complaints, just say that You don't think you are being unreasonably loud and that you think that a cat is in no way an big enough excuse to warrant a complaint over.

I have a Mrs. Nixon who lives behind me too =o She's really cool though ^__^

I live in a really nice neighborhood, really quiet, tons of nice people, a great place to grow up. Except for the house across the street. While the people who live there now are pretty normal, everybody before them sincemy parents moved into this house has been really...weird.

First there was old couple on witness protection or something. I wasn't alive then, but I've heard they were a little...uhh, really wierd. After that came the drug dealer. He was creepy as all fuck. He also had a dog that he barely fed and left out 24/7, my family ended up taking care of him for a while, but I think some animal agency or something eventually took him. Anyway, the dude seemed normal for a while when he was taking care of his daughter (?), but it all ended when the police busted the guy in the middle of the night. It as pretty exciting, actually.

After that there was the guy who cut lawns for a living and still seemed to have an excess of money. Never really figured that one out. He also had a huge pet alligator and a few pitbulls which would get loose every once and a while (the dogs, not the gator). When there are around 10 toddlers walking around at any given time, it was a little disconcerting that these pitbulls would be running around loose. Actually, before the pitbulls there were two other mean dogs that would get loose on the block, owned by different people.

Oh, and the house diagonal from us was home to a pretty bad alcoholic for a few years. Oh yeah, and the guy threee houses down from us was a pedophile voyeruist until a recent bust.

I guess my neighborhood's not the greatest after all.

You should have just opened the door, greeted the sweet old lady, and then continued vacuuming, perhaps while blasting some kind of heavy metal or punk music.

I can hear my downstairs neighbors pretty often. Their TV/Stereo is right below where my computer is, so it's kind of fun when they get to watching a movie or listening to music because I can feel it in the floor when I sit here. I can also hear their dogs as if they were in the next room (one of them barks at 9AM like clockwork. You can seriously set your watch by it.) and sometimes I can hear them talking or fighting.

The floors are quite thin. So I'm sure the feeling is mutual.

I have far too many strange neighbour stories. it would seem that no matter where we move to, the neighbour to the right of us (when facing the houses from the street) is some weird little pissbucket.

case #1: obsessive compulsive cleaning guy, otherwise known as mr.clean.

there are far too many stories I could tell you about him. this man would sweep his front porch four times a day at regular intervals, even if nobody had been on it at all. he would organize his recycling bin before putting it out on the curb to be picked up, and then later on would go back out to reorganize it into a more favourable arrangement. my yard had two very large maple trees in it, and occasionally our twigs and leaves would end up in his yard. one day he collected up all the twigs in his yard, bundled them up into what has to be the most orderly bundle of twigs ever made, and then placed it at the base of one of our trees. the man was also beyond painfully shy. one day I was walking back to my house [I was maybe 9 or 10 at the time] and he was in his front yard playing in the snow with his children. the second I came within earshot of them, he full out sprinted back into his house, shut the blinds and did that paranoid peak-out-between-the-vinyl-strips thing. strange, strange man.

case #2: best way to describe them... millennia of human evolution and all we got were these morons.

I'll keep this as brief as possible since I think I covered most of their antics in my journal pre-crash. some of the more noteable characteristics of this family include: excessive consumption of water for trivial things like washing their cars every fucking day, washing their ATVs every fucking day and then revving them up in the driveway at obscene times of the day, watering their lawn even if it had rained every fucking day. sometimes they would even wash thier vehicles IN the rain whilst consuming more of the water supply.

they also had a very noteable obsession with having a lush green lawn. I don't see the point when the yards in that subdivision were about the size of a postage stamp, but that didn't stop them. they would spray harmful chemicals on it to kill weeds and bugs, sometimes they'd even spray our lawn when they thought we weren't home. we didn't care about our lawn beyond the basic upkeeping, so we had some weeds here and there. I used to let my cat out to eat the grass out front, but after discovering that the neighbours had been spraying it with poison, we could no longer do that. they also didn't mind letting their 5 and 7 year old sons run around with spray bottles of weed killer, and never even stopped them when they started spraying it at eachother like they were having a water fight.

also regarding lawns, my brother cut the lawn one night and accidently went about doing so in the wrong direction, so some of our clippings ended up on their side. well they came home that night and in a fit of apparent rage, these two 30 somethings began kicking at the grass clippings with all their might. I have never in my life seen anyone look so angry before, and it was fucking hilarious watching them furiously kick the grass to put it back on our side.

I almost miss them.

case #3: possible extreme antisocialites.

I haven't met most of my new neighbours yet, but the lady who used to own this house told us that everyone on the street is really nice, but nobody likes the neighbours to the right of us. apparently they have a lot of kids, but never ever let them outside, among other weird things. I'm curious to find out what kind of weird habbits they have, since it seems to be a trend that all neighbours to my right are strange.

I don't really have any neighbors who are strange, but I have my annoyances as well.

1. Mexicans who play annoying loud spanish music. This only happens during the day, so Its kinda easy to ignore.

2. This girl next door who sometimes plays hip-hop, I hear the bass occasionally.

There are also a lot of little kids running around, and the only time they bug me is if they try and block my way when I'm walking on the sidewalk. I've made it a point now NOT to get out of the way if possible, just to teach them to yield to people walking. The only really shady people around are some drug users down the way, but they keep to themselves, and haven't done anything to anyone. We have cops partol sometimes as well too.