Unfortunately, I don't have great neighbors like I have read some of you guys are. I have no complaints with them, but we don't really speak!
I did, however, have a neighbor that annoyed the **** out of me when I lived in an apartment for a year or two.
He was one of those guys who is old, retired and has been a tenant since 1923.
As we were moving in, he came outside to introduce himself, ask us a few questions, and then stood around awkwardly while we moved in our stuff. He tried to give me the "rules" while he stood there. "YEP!!!, been here a long time! We have a quiet setting around here, everyone obeys the rules and no one causes trouble" Yeah Gramps, I got it! I know I'm young but I don't need you to kindly lay down the law of the land for me. I don't plan on having parties.
Fast forward a few weeks. I decide to grill a few steaks out on my 2nd floor balcony. ****** comes out and says "I can smell that steak all the way from here." I think that he is complimenting my cooking skills, and I respond "oh yeah? They look pretty good too!" I then notice he has a slight scowl on his face and he says "you aren't supposed to grill on the balconies, they prefer you to take your grill downstairs behind the apartment." You want me to drag this big ass gas grill down stairs? *sigh* whatever! "oh I'm sorry, I didn't know, I will just finish up and not do it again." Next day, notice on my door for an infraction. dammit!! This list wasn't given to me when I moved in. Whatever...
Fast forward a couple of months, I was cleaning my house one day and I emptied the trash can, tied the bag, and put it outside my door. My neighbor across the way does this as well, no biggie, he is a cool dude. The apartments trash receptacle is like 30 miles away and I wasn't finished with what I was doing. I planned on finishing and then grabbing the bag and making the epic journey to the trash area. So 30 minutes later, i put on my shoes and grab my rucksack and the trashbag and oscar mike down to the trash area. ****** is waiting at the bottom of the stairs. "Hey, I notice your bag was on the front porch" I say "yeah only for a few minutes while I finished up. You think they could put a canister closer to us huh?" he says, without even acknowledging my humor " Trash is supposed to be dumped immediately, they don't allow anyone to put it on their porch. I take mine while walking my dog" I look down at this hideous dog that looks like he is a minute from dying. "oh, well, OK I guess, see ya!" next day, notice on the door, dammit!!
Fast forward another few months, I am changing the oil on my truck in the parking lot. ****** walks up with the dying dog and his trash bag and says "truck problems?" Is he really trying to make small talk with me?? Something is up! "no I am just changing my oil, enjoying the weather. Dammit if he couldn't resist. "we are not supposed to do vehicle maintenance in the parking lot. It take my rickety piece of crap to Walmart so they can f*** it up." he didn't really say that, but that is what I heard. Anyways, by this point, I let him have it.
"Look Sir, you have been on my case since I moved in here. I don't know why you decided to target me, but I am getting pretty sick of it. Nothing I do hurts anyone, I just sometimes forget every single rule on the damn sheet and have better things to do than strictly enforce it. Go ahead and tattle to the landlord. I don't really give 2 *****. Just stop talking to me."
I know he ******* about a few more things in between, but those are the ones I could remember.
and that was it... never talked to me again.
next day.... you guessed it... notice on the door... dammit!