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Friday OT #1 - Hi-Di-Ho, Neighbor!
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When we lived over in Bobtown (part of FD), there was a place across the alley from us. Older house, pretty beat up, lawn didn't get mowed regularly, etc. We assumed it was a rental property. There was an old conversion van that sat in the back yard and never moved.
One morning on my way to work, I saw a little girl (maybe 8?) climb out of the van with a mongrel dog and go into the house. It certainly appeared she had slept out there - with the dog - and was going to get some breakfast.
That night I watched, and sure enough shortly after dark the girl and the dog came out and climbed into the van. I watched for quite awhile, and she never came out. Once again I saw her and the dog get out the next morning.
So I called DHS and reported. Not too much later the police came and arrested an adult male who was living there. The young mother and the girl (and the dog) stayed. Eventually an older man (the mother's dad?) showed up and started helping her move out of the house. I always wondered exactly what the hell had been going on over there.
On second thought, maybe I don't want to know.
One morning on my way to work, I saw a little girl (maybe 8?) climb out of the van with a mongrel dog and go into the house. It certainly appeared she had slept out there - with the dog - and was going to get some breakfast.
That night I watched, and sure enough shortly after dark the girl and the dog came out and climbed into the van. I watched for quite awhile, and she never came out. Once again I saw her and the dog get out the next morning.
So I called DHS and reported. Not too much later the police came and arrested an adult male who was living there. The young mother and the girl (and the dog) stayed. Eventually an older man (the mother's dad?) showed up and started helping her move out of the house. I always wondered exactly what the hell had been going on over there.
On second thought, maybe I don't want to know.
Some dudes in here: "...older men wanting to hang around 19 year old girls. creepy."
Other dudes: "c'mon, that's the dream, brother."
Other dudes: "c'mon, that's the dream, brother."
Shortly after I got married we were renting the top floor of an old 2-story house. The landlord eventually built a 2-car garage on the property, with a small 1-bedroom apartment above. There was a small deck attached to the landing where the steps led up to the apartment.
For a time, there was a very shapely young blond girl renting the place. She was fond of sunbathing topless on that little deck, (I assume) she thought it was private.
If you stood in our bathroom, between the sink and the toilet, you could get a real buena vista of the whole situation.
For a time, there was a very shapely young blond girl renting the place. She was fond of sunbathing topless on that little deck, (I assume) she thought it was private.
If you stood in our bathroom, between the sink and the toilet, you could get a real buena vista of the whole situation.
jesus. just rename this thread "friday ot #1 - horney,, neighbor!"
Rented an apartment last year that was probably the worst sound proofed place I’ve ever been in, so we heard a lot. But the worst was a lady that lived below us was running a dog training business out of her apartment. If we were ever there during the day she was very loud but didn’t bother us a whole lot. One week she woke me up while she was outside with the dog in like a loud baby talk voice “Go potty, go potty, go potty Olive” on repeat. Then when the dog did it’s business she would just scream “GOOD GIRL OLIVE. GOOD GIRL”
She woke me up before 6 AM every day that week. It was annoying but oh well. I decided that weekend if she woke me up before 7 I was going to complain to our landlord. That Saturday morning she was outside loud as can be at 5:30. It took a few email complaints for her to fully stop and I might have busted her for running a dog training business out of her apartment, but I regret nothing
She woke me up before 6 AM every day that week. It was annoying but oh well. I decided that weekend if she woke me up before 7 I was going to complain to our landlord. That Saturday morning she was outside loud as can be at 5:30. It took a few email complaints for her to fully stop and I might have busted her for running a dog training business out of her apartment, but I regret nothing
One of my favorite "not how I thought this was going to work" moments involved a neighbor growing up. My parents were building a house many years ago. We had our contractor out there flagging/staking the property of where the house was going to go. Neighbor stops up and pulls some stakes out of the ground telling my father she doesn't like where the house is going so we need to move it. Lol, okay thanks but no.
While building the house we had a bunch of scrap wood/etc laying around. Neighbor again complains that her son was playing around our house and cut himself and threatened us with a lawsuit. She was awesome. Come out to the property the next day to find much of our scrap laying up our entire driveway with the nails sticking up. WTF!?
Well this peach continues to be a thorn in our side and complains about everything. This is where it starts to get good. I believe the next issue was water drainage. The area we lived had a lot of natural springs so we had to do a decent tile project to ensure proper drainage. Her house was down hill from ours and her culvert was access to the creek to drain our property. She didn't want our water crossing under her driveway and again threatened legal action. The best part, she hired a lawyer to sue us.
As a part of her lawsuit, they came out to survey the property. What was discovered is that her driveway wasn't actually hers! She legally didn't have any access to her property as her entire driveway was built on OUR land. No now this piece of work is still trying to threaten us but eventually had to tuck tail and eat crow as she either faced tens of thousands of dollars in work to fill and build access to her home or face trespassing charges every time she left her home.
Unfortunately my dad has a softer side to him and ended up selling the parcel for a reasonable price. I'll never forget the breaking point though...she was still trying to threaten us so my dad walked out to her "parents anniversary tree" that she planted on our lot and threatened to cut it down. She finally caved at that point and wasn't TOO much of a pain after that.
While building the house we had a bunch of scrap wood/etc laying around. Neighbor again complains that her son was playing around our house and cut himself and threatened us with a lawsuit. She was awesome. Come out to the property the next day to find much of our scrap laying up our entire driveway with the nails sticking up. WTF!?
Well this peach continues to be a thorn in our side and complains about everything. This is where it starts to get good. I believe the next issue was water drainage. The area we lived had a lot of natural springs so we had to do a decent tile project to ensure proper drainage. Her house was down hill from ours and her culvert was access to the creek to drain our property. She didn't want our water crossing under her driveway and again threatened legal action. The best part, she hired a lawyer to sue us.
As a part of her lawsuit, they came out to survey the property. What was discovered is that her driveway wasn't actually hers! She legally didn't have any access to her property as her entire driveway was built on OUR land. No now this piece of work is still trying to threaten us but eventually had to tuck tail and eat crow as she either faced tens of thousands of dollars in work to fill and build access to her home or face trespassing charges every time she left her home.
Unfortunately my dad has a softer side to him and ended up selling the parcel for a reasonable price. I'll never forget the breaking point though...she was still trying to threaten us so my dad walked out to her "parents anniversary tree" that she planted on our lot and threatened to cut it down. She finally caved at that point and wasn't TOO much of a pain after that.
I got an older Neighbor about 55-60 living off disability across the street. He gets his "paychecks" the first of the month . He borrows money (20 bucks) from me time to time but always pays me back. . The one day he needed some money, I asked what for ? It was some random crap off Amazon he needed for his motorcycle. Then he says well I got 3 storage units in Omaha those take quite a bit of money. - Guarantee they dont have more than 400 dollars worth of garbage in them and hes been paying on them for years..
The one day his van was broken down a few blocks from my house - I stop to see if hes okay , yep he says the motors blow just push me home - So I take my beater truck, literally cave this dudes trunk in , glass and plastic going everywhere and just demo derby ram him 3 blocks home lol.
The one day his van was broken down a few blocks from my house - I stop to see if hes okay , yep he says the motors blow just push me home - So I take my beater truck, literally cave this dudes trunk in , glass and plastic going everywhere and just demo derby ram him 3 blocks home lol.
Most of my neighbors are pretty good. When we moved in 20 years ago, we were much closer in age to their kids, if not younger than their kids though. So it was a pretty old culdesac as it was. We've had a decent turnover to a younger group, but the ones who were in their 40s when we moved in are still there. I get a long with all of them pretty well. I don't have any I hang out with, but we certainly have pleasant conversation when we see each other outside.
The young couple who moved in about 4 years ago are a real pain in the ass though. I tried to be very open and inviting. When we'd have a cook out or a party, I would always invite them, but we never got the reverse from them. It got to a point where the guy wouldn't even talk to me in normal conversation, in fact it was this way through the entire neighborhood. It's well known in the neighborhood, if, let's call him Nick, comes to talk to you, he's going to ask to borrow something, usually tools.
It basically came to a head this spring. Nick is into nature, so much so that he doesn't mow his yard, figures the tall grasses are how the "prairie" is meant to be. If his yard has more dandelions than grass, so be it, that's nature. He actually got a citation from our town telling him he had to mow as it was becoming an serious issue. Then he was doing some work outside and needed a level, so guess who he hit up to borrow the level from. I have a 2ft, 3ft, 4ft and 8 foot level, he wanted to borrow them all, but from experience, I had to say no, but he could use the 2 footer, since it was a cheapy.
Well, 2 months later and his yard was still torn up and no work was being done and my wife needed the smaller level. She asked him to get it back and his response was, "Well, I'm not done with the wall yet." So, my wife, not being one to take **** from anyone, told him, "That's it, you are an *******, you only talk to us when you need something from us, you don't take care of anything in your yard and the rest of us suffer for it. And, when we do let you borrow something, you don't ever think about the people who lent it to you and you take your sweet time getting it back. So, go get your own ******* level and give me the one I own back."
It's pretty simple really, he basically doesn't talk to us at all anymore. Although, he did need a table saw one day and asked to borrow mine. My response was, "No, I don't loan tools that can kill people out to other people. And I use it fairly regularly, so I don't want to be asking for it back in a couple of weeks when I need it again."
Now, this was just the most recent example. He had my soil tamper for over 2 years, then when I got it back, it was broken. he still has a 100ft. extension cord of mine he claims he never borrowed and he's been pissed at me since he had to buy his own rototiller because again, I don't loan tools out to people that can kill them.
He's always bringing his friends over because, "Oh you have to try his beer, he brews his own and Oh, don't you smoke nice cigars too?" The guy is a ******* mooch and as much as I try to avoid him, he lives 20 feet away and I'm always the first guy he goes to when he needs to use something. If my house wasn't paid for, I would have left years ago.
The young couple who moved in about 4 years ago are a real pain in the ass though. I tried to be very open and inviting. When we'd have a cook out or a party, I would always invite them, but we never got the reverse from them. It got to a point where the guy wouldn't even talk to me in normal conversation, in fact it was this way through the entire neighborhood. It's well known in the neighborhood, if, let's call him Nick, comes to talk to you, he's going to ask to borrow something, usually tools.
It basically came to a head this spring. Nick is into nature, so much so that he doesn't mow his yard, figures the tall grasses are how the "prairie" is meant to be. If his yard has more dandelions than grass, so be it, that's nature. He actually got a citation from our town telling him he had to mow as it was becoming an serious issue. Then he was doing some work outside and needed a level, so guess who he hit up to borrow the level from. I have a 2ft, 3ft, 4ft and 8 foot level, he wanted to borrow them all, but from experience, I had to say no, but he could use the 2 footer, since it was a cheapy.
Well, 2 months later and his yard was still torn up and no work was being done and my wife needed the smaller level. She asked him to get it back and his response was, "Well, I'm not done with the wall yet." So, my wife, not being one to take **** from anyone, told him, "That's it, you are an *******, you only talk to us when you need something from us, you don't take care of anything in your yard and the rest of us suffer for it. And, when we do let you borrow something, you don't ever think about the people who lent it to you and you take your sweet time getting it back. So, go get your own ******* level and give me the one I own back."
It's pretty simple really, he basically doesn't talk to us at all anymore. Although, he did need a table saw one day and asked to borrow mine. My response was, "No, I don't loan tools that can kill people out to other people. And I use it fairly regularly, so I don't want to be asking for it back in a couple of weeks when I need it again."
Now, this was just the most recent example. He had my soil tamper for over 2 years, then when I got it back, it was broken. he still has a 100ft. extension cord of mine he claims he never borrowed and he's been pissed at me since he had to buy his own rototiller because again, I don't loan tools out to people that can kill them.
He's always bringing his friends over because, "Oh you have to try his beer, he brews his own and Oh, don't you smoke nice cigars too?" The guy is a ******* mooch and as much as I try to avoid him, he lives 20 feet away and I'm always the first guy he goes to when he needs to use something. If my house wasn't paid for, I would have left years ago.
Between houses, we had rented an apartment on a six month lease. We were ground floor, a young couple above us. The guy was a paunchy Zach Morris, she was a tall looker. In their early 20s.
He managed a restaurant/night club. Would come home plastered every night and fight with his girlfriend. Loud, throwing stuff at the walls, screaming knockout fights. Dude is getting home at 3 or 4 in the morning and they're having these fights.
Cops showed up 3 times within a couple of weeks. The third time was the worst I had heard - they were really going at it. It sounded like someone was going to end up dead. Cops hauled him off; he was back the next day.
The apartment manager called me up to the office to ask what was going on down there. I gave her the lowdown. She said the eviction process had already begun. They were gone a couple of weeks later.
He managed a restaurant/night club. Would come home plastered every night and fight with his girlfriend. Loud, throwing stuff at the walls, screaming knockout fights. Dude is getting home at 3 or 4 in the morning and they're having these fights.
Cops showed up 3 times within a couple of weeks. The third time was the worst I had heard - they were really going at it. It sounded like someone was going to end up dead. Cops hauled him off; he was back the next day.
The apartment manager called me up to the office to ask what was going on down there. I gave her the lowdown. She said the eviction process had already begun. They were gone a couple of weeks later.
Oh boy, a couple of gems from the same house.
First one was kitty-corner neighbors in the back yard. All of the houses had wooden fencing around the yards, but for some reason, this guy's fence didn't line up with my next door neighbor's fence, so there was a space of about 4 feet where we shared a back yard fence. They didn't give a crap about there fence and had two large, aggressive dogs that would go nuts whenever we were in the back yard. No biggie, there's a fence, **** 'em. Until one of the dogs breaks a fence board (on their side). Now he can get his head through and see us and that only enrages him. I had some spare fence boards from prior repairs, so when he went inside, I nailed up a replacement and called it good. Dog still tried getting through by digging under. So I put some large stones down until he finally gave up on that portion.
Same neighbor also let those dogs run loose through the neighborhood. They acted pretty aggressive towards my wife, who called the police. Their advice was to get a gun and shoot the thing. Officer even gave my wife a card and told her that if we ever did that to call him and he'd take care of the aftermath (these were known dogs, and this was in Texas).
First one was kitty-corner neighbors in the back yard. All of the houses had wooden fencing around the yards, but for some reason, this guy's fence didn't line up with my next door neighbor's fence, so there was a space of about 4 feet where we shared a back yard fence. They didn't give a crap about there fence and had two large, aggressive dogs that would go nuts whenever we were in the back yard. No biggie, there's a fence, **** 'em. Until one of the dogs breaks a fence board (on their side). Now he can get his head through and see us and that only enrages him. I had some spare fence boards from prior repairs, so when he went inside, I nailed up a replacement and called it good. Dog still tried getting through by digging under. So I put some large stones down until he finally gave up on that portion.
Same neighbor also let those dogs run loose through the neighborhood. They acted pretty aggressive towards my wife, who called the police. Their advice was to get a gun and shoot the thing. Officer even gave my wife a card and told her that if we ever did that to call him and he'd take care of the aftermath (these were known dogs, and this was in Texas).
You could have saved a lot of typing by just telling us your neighbor had dogs when you lived in Texas.
Neighbor 2 in that same place was right across the street. The guy who had lived their previously was a cop, and left his black and white parked out front. Never had any problems with him, he was quiet and kept his yard immaculate.
He sells his house, and the new people move in. They are from Mexico. No biggie, they seem OK, but barely speak any English, so we've got a communication barrier. Until they fire up their karaoke parties (they turned the garage into a party room and would leave the garage door open so all could hear). That run until 2. During the week. With their school-age kids tearing around the neighborhood on 4-wheelers for the whole time. Repeated calls to law enforcement do nothing, because we are technically in Harris County, not inside the city limits, so no noise ordinance.
They also let the yard go to ****, parked a broken down car directly across from our driveway for months and wouldn't move it when I asked so I could get my truck out of the driveway (I got that one towed), and generally had no respect for anybody else.
Yeah, I'm glad we got out of there.
He sells his house, and the new people move in. They are from Mexico. No biggie, they seem OK, but barely speak any English, so we've got a communication barrier. Until they fire up their karaoke parties (they turned the garage into a party room and would leave the garage door open so all could hear). That run until 2. During the week. With their school-age kids tearing around the neighborhood on 4-wheelers for the whole time. Repeated calls to law enforcement do nothing, because we are technically in Harris County, not inside the city limits, so no noise ordinance.
They also let the yard go to ****, parked a broken down car directly across from our driveway for months and wouldn't move it when I asked so I could get my truck out of the driveway (I got that one towed), and generally had no respect for anybody else.
Yeah, I'm glad we got out of there.
You could have saved a lot of typing by just telling us your neighbor had dogs when you lived in Texas.
Yeah, if I went fully in-depth, I would have run out of characters, so I tried to keep it brief. Apparently the guy was running a chop shop out of his house as well, so that's an added perk.
Wow. Some of you have real winners for neighbors.
When I was in a townhome we had a few different neighbors. One set had a huge fight and the husband got arrested. Most everyone kept to themselves there though, which was ok, but the kids didn't have many other kids to play with. Of course my ex wife never wanted the kids to be outside anyways.
Current house with new wife is in a great neighborhood. We've had realtors ask us if they can sell our house if we are ever in the market. Lots of kids around the same age and they all like playing together. Almost perfect neighborhood for us.
Now, there used to be one glaring issue. A house across the street and a few houses down had a 20 something dude living in it. His uncle owned the house and had let his trouble making nephew live there. Now he couldn't get him out of the house. This guy had a "special" ventilation system coming out of one of the windows and constantly had different cars rolling through the neighborhood. We witnessed random people picking things up from the mailbox multiple times. Some issues with lour motorcycles as well.
Then comes the climax. One day we were coming home and there were cops swarming our street. They were converging on this house and arresting the guy living there. The uncle finally sold the house a while later, thank goodness.
When I was in a townhome we had a few different neighbors. One set had a huge fight and the husband got arrested. Most everyone kept to themselves there though, which was ok, but the kids didn't have many other kids to play with. Of course my ex wife never wanted the kids to be outside anyways.
Current house with new wife is in a great neighborhood. We've had realtors ask us if they can sell our house if we are ever in the market. Lots of kids around the same age and they all like playing together. Almost perfect neighborhood for us.
Now, there used to be one glaring issue. A house across the street and a few houses down had a 20 something dude living in it. His uncle owned the house and had let his trouble making nephew live there. Now he couldn't get him out of the house. This guy had a "special" ventilation system coming out of one of the windows and constantly had different cars rolling through the neighborhood. We witnessed random people picking things up from the mailbox multiple times. Some issues with lour motorcycles as well.
Then comes the climax. One day we were coming home and there were cops swarming our street. They were converging on this house and arresting the guy living there. The uncle finally sold the house a while later, thank goodness.
Nothing earth shattering here but a few examples:
-As a kid, had an old crotchety neighbor who would sit on his front porch waiting to yell at us. So if my dad and I were playing catch and one got away and rolled into his yard, he'd immediately yell "make sure you get that ball out of my yard" (as we were in the midst of fetching it.
-Lived in Freddy in college and those who have been there know the walls and floors are paper thin with allowing sound to travel through. The people above our apartment had constant loud parties every night and being a light sleeper it was wearing me down physically and mentally not getting sleep night after night. I knew one of the guys and he was semi cool...the others were all complete asshats. I had gone up there and asked them nicely one time as I was sick and really needed some rest/sleep. They were nice but barely turned anything down. I remember emailing the guy that I knew and his roommate sent pretty much a harassment of a reply to me saying how I need to "get right". Finally it got to the point where we'd just pound on the ceiling when they were too loud which caused them to harrass us more. Ended up having a sit down with one of the heads of Freddy who instructed us to just call campus police next time it happens.
-First house we bought was in a starter home neighborhood. Nice area but never know what you're going to get with people. Had one move in next door. Nice as could be but just goofy as all hell. He always thought he was being helpful when he mowed as he'd mow part of my side yard (not all of it of course). So if I didn't mow the days he did, I either had to redo it or it looked uneven. He then could tell he made a mess in my driveway from mowing MY yard...so he'd take the leaf blower to fix the issue. Nice of him right? WRONG. all he did was blow the damn grass clippings into my garage.
Current neighborhood and neighbors are great for the most part. Based on everyone else's stories, we're lucky.
-As a kid, had an old crotchety neighbor who would sit on his front porch waiting to yell at us. So if my dad and I were playing catch and one got away and rolled into his yard, he'd immediately yell "make sure you get that ball out of my yard" (as we were in the midst of fetching it.
-Lived in Freddy in college and those who have been there know the walls and floors are paper thin with allowing sound to travel through. The people above our apartment had constant loud parties every night and being a light sleeper it was wearing me down physically and mentally not getting sleep night after night. I knew one of the guys and he was semi cool...the others were all complete asshats. I had gone up there and asked them nicely one time as I was sick and really needed some rest/sleep. They were nice but barely turned anything down. I remember emailing the guy that I knew and his roommate sent pretty much a harassment of a reply to me saying how I need to "get right". Finally it got to the point where we'd just pound on the ceiling when they were too loud which caused them to harrass us more. Ended up having a sit down with one of the heads of Freddy who instructed us to just call campus police next time it happens.
-First house we bought was in a starter home neighborhood. Nice area but never know what you're going to get with people. Had one move in next door. Nice as could be but just goofy as all hell. He always thought he was being helpful when he mowed as he'd mow part of my side yard (not all of it of course). So if I didn't mow the days he did, I either had to redo it or it looked uneven. He then could tell he made a mess in my driveway from mowing MY yard...so he'd take the leaf blower to fix the issue. Nice of him right? WRONG. all he did was blow the damn grass clippings into my garage.
Current neighborhood and neighbors are great for the most part. Based on everyone else's stories, we're lucky.
After reading this thread, I think I'm going to go give my "bad neighbor" a hug. Him not mowing more than once a month and not shoveling snow all winter doesn't seem quite so bad.
Fairly mild compared to some of y'all. Guy behind us (in town) liked to burn his yard waste right next to his back fence, and he had waaaaay more yard waste than anyone would normally have. He would often sneak his indoor trash in there (a big no no). Paper trash creates "flying ash" and he always waited for the wind to be in the right direction to blow it across the fence. We had an above ground pool that would get coated in ash particles when he did this. Finally got the cops over there to give him a citation. He still did it, but less often. He also had two delightful daughters that would get into screaming matches when mom & dad weren't home. One special fight culminated in one threatening to tell dad that the other was on the pill. TMI, girls, TMI...
Two consecutive sets of side neighbors to the north. First set had a teenage son with a bass amp in the trunk of his car. He liked rap. He worked a job that got him home around 1.00 am. He liked to crank the bass. He also liked to sit in the car in the drive when he got home until the song was done (do you know how long some rap songs are????) before shutting it off. The drive was next to our bedroom window. We had an old-school waterbed at the time (the bladder type). His freakin' bass was so pervasive it could make waves in our bed!
They moved out. New couple was young...and chatty. Every time we went out to work in the yard they would hang on the fence and talk non-stop to us. You don't want to start your mower while someone is talking...but geeeeeze! Then they got a very large rescue dog. The dog barked every time someone or something was in our back yard. Including us and our kids and our dogs. No training was possible as it was an older dog. So basically, we avoided using our backyard after a while.
This is why we live on an acreage now. As soon as the last kid graduated we started looking. Our "neighbors" are mostly furred or feathered now.
Two consecutive sets of side neighbors to the north. First set had a teenage son with a bass amp in the trunk of his car. He liked rap. He worked a job that got him home around 1.00 am. He liked to crank the bass. He also liked to sit in the car in the drive when he got home until the song was done (do you know how long some rap songs are????) before shutting it off. The drive was next to our bedroom window. We had an old-school waterbed at the time (the bladder type). His freakin' bass was so pervasive it could make waves in our bed!
They moved out. New couple was young...and chatty. Every time we went out to work in the yard they would hang on the fence and talk non-stop to us. You don't want to start your mower while someone is talking...but geeeeeze! Then they got a very large rescue dog. The dog barked every time someone or something was in our back yard. Including us and our kids and our dogs. No training was possible as it was an older dog. So basically, we avoided using our backyard after a while.
This is why we live on an acreage now. As soon as the last kid graduated we started looking. Our "neighbors" are mostly furred or feathered now.
I'm thinking I don't interact with my neighbors nearly as much as some on here.....
....and that's probably a good thing.
....and that's probably a good thing.
I assume that is like tarred and feathered. If that is how you treat neighbors who cross you I hate to tell you this but now you are the bad neighbors...