Answer only 4 years late!
Nothing really. The assn didnt pursue it, they just kowtowed to the new jerk and asked permission. Made me mad but not enough to go start trouble.
Since then i got divorced and sold the house. So dgaf anymore.
Bad Neighbor Stories
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Nothing really. The assn didnt pursue it, they just kowtowed to the new jerk and asked permission. Made me mad but not enough to go start trouble.
Since then i got divorced and sold the house. So dgaf anymore.
I had a neighbor that used to walk through my yard to get to my other neighbor's house. I don't really care for it, but it's small town Iowa so whatever. One day I'm watching TV and I hear him yell WTF as he's walking home. He was walking barefoot and stepped in cat crap that his cats had pooped in my yard. Kinda made my day.
When I was a kid I lived in a house next to a really crappy apartment building. There was a guy who got a big ol' Rottweiler and built this tiny dog run for him next to this shared garage. It was on sloped piece of ground going down my parent's house.
This guy let this poor dog live in this thing basically 100% of the time and barely let it out. He literally never picked up the crap, which eventually became a sort of sludge that just ran into our yard every time it rained down the side of the little hill. Finally my parents had enough of this poor animal living in it's own ****, the got the apartment owner and cops involved. Finally told the guy he needed to at least pick up the crap.
The solution this guy came up with was to shovel literally years of crap into a wheelbarrow where he dumped it into the driveway of the apartment building, where he proceeded to burn it. If you've never smelled the aroma of an entire wheelbarrow full of dog **** burning mixed with a crapload of gasoline, let me tell you it assaults the nostrils. Truly breathtaking.
This guy let this poor dog live in this thing basically 100% of the time and barely let it out. He literally never picked up the crap, which eventually became a sort of sludge that just ran into our yard every time it rained down the side of the little hill. Finally my parents had enough of this poor animal living in it's own ****, the got the apartment owner and cops involved. Finally told the guy he needed to at least pick up the crap.
The solution this guy came up with was to shovel literally years of crap into a wheelbarrow where he dumped it into the driveway of the apartment building, where he proceeded to burn it. If you've never smelled the aroma of an entire wheelbarrow full of dog **** burning mixed with a crapload of gasoline, let me tell you it assaults the nostrils. Truly breathtaking.
Had a concrete driveway poured this spring and a small amount splashed on neighbor's house. Contractor cleaned it off promptly. Said neighbor came to our house, but would not talk to my wife, he just wanted to talk to me about it. I told him I was aware of the issue and they cleaned it up. He never said two words to me.
Same said neighbor has a 35 year old son that is known to go off. Cops have been their quite a few times. I had to go over once to talk him down as he had his dad pinned down. Problem is both mom and dad are enabling him. Son will go out and buy booze, get drunk and go off on them. He had a job but quit as he didn’t like wearing a mask. The guy has issues and it is a sad situation.
Bottom line neighbor wants to complain about splashed concrete yet I can go over and save him from his own son.
Same said neighbor has a 35 year old son that is known to go off. Cops have been their quite a few times. I had to go over once to talk him down as he had his dad pinned down. Problem is both mom and dad are enabling him. Son will go out and buy booze, get drunk and go off on them. He had a job but quit as he didn’t like wearing a mask. The guy has issues and it is a sad situation.
Bottom line neighbor wants to complain about splashed concrete yet I can go over and save him from his own son.
Had a previous neighbor that was a quiet, middle-aged woman. She pretty much kept to herself. We had a shared fence. One summer I decided to stain my fence so when she was in her yard one day, I asked if she’d like me to stain her side of the fence as well. I said I’d do it at no charge and just didn’t want her side of the fence to look bad. She agreed and said come over anytime when you get to it.
While staining her gate, I splashed a little red stain on one of her concrete pavers. Probably smaller than the palm of my hand. I cleaned it up a bit but it didn’t come all the way off. I figured “I just spent $50 on stain and gave her free labor, she can’t be upset at a little stain.” I was wrong. She came over and berated my wife about how I needed to contact the manufacturer and get it cleaned off.
No good deed goes unpunished.
While staining her gate, I splashed a little red stain on one of her concrete pavers. Probably smaller than the palm of my hand. I cleaned it up a bit but it didn’t come all the way off. I figured “I just spent $50 on stain and gave her free labor, she can’t be upset at a little stain.” I was wrong. She came over and berated my wife about how I needed to contact the manufacturer and get it cleaned off.
No good deed goes unpunished.
Came home from vacation this summer to find the neighbor's contractor driving a lift through my yard and landscaping. They were getting all new trim and gutters. Thought it was all done when the lift was gone, but a few days later they just brought back a bigger one. Contractor happened to walk up to me when I noticed that the bigger lift was tearing the **** out of my yard. Contractor knew I was pissed. The contractor must have told the neighbor because he finally had the balls to talk to me about him using my yard without permission. Neighbor said he should have asked permission, Yes he should have. Neighbor said he would replant all the grass and fix the landscape. I told him I would prefer to do it myself. Three weeks later, neighbor shows up with top soil and grass seed. Dude doesn't get it. I restated that I wanted to fix it myself and I was waiting for fall. He then has the balls to ask if he can trim one of my trees. Stay the f out of my yard! The crazy part is my yard is probably the nicest in the neighborhood. I spend a ton of time in the yard. It is my place to chill.
Same neighbor was caught spraying for weeds in the yard of the neighbor on the other side of his property. Turned all the crabgrass and clover white for several weeks. Pissed that neighbor off too. I think the dude is looking to expand his property or something.
Same neighbor was caught spraying for weeds in the yard of the neighbor on the other side of his property. Turned all the crabgrass and clover white for several weeks. Pissed that neighbor off too. I think the dude is looking to expand his property or something.
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Not exactly a "bad neighbor" story, but it definitely affected our neighborly dynamic.
Used to live in the upstairs of a duplex, that was just a modified split level house. My roommate and I had a friendly relationship with the two girls who lived below us. We would always be cordial and would hang out on the front steps and smoke cigarettes and maybe have a drink once in a while.
One Saturday, my vehicle was in the shop, and so the dealership dropped me off at my house while they worked on it, and I was going to get a ride to pick it up when my roommate got home from work. The reason I mention this is because no car was in the driveway, you might assume nobody was home.
That's what one of the downstairs neighbors must have thought when she got home. I was playing a game on the computer, when I heard her pull up and enter her apartment.
I didn't think much of it until about 10 minutes later when the sounds of some very vigorous and enthusiastic "self love" started emmenating from the floor below me. The sounds went on for a while and got a lot louder. I wasn't sure what to do, stay quiet or alert her to my presence. Fate, however, didn't require me to decide, because my phone began to ring. It was my sister, of all people. I picked up, and immediately the sounds from downstairs stopped, as my neighbor became aware that there was someone else home. I made chit chat with my sister, and heard the front door open and close followed by the ignition and departure of a car.
I never knew for sure, which of the downstairs girls it was that day, but I have a sneaking suspicion it was the one who never made eye contact again, or smoked cigarettes on the steps anymore.
Used to live in the upstairs of a duplex, that was just a modified split level house. My roommate and I had a friendly relationship with the two girls who lived below us. We would always be cordial and would hang out on the front steps and smoke cigarettes and maybe have a drink once in a while.
One Saturday, my vehicle was in the shop, and so the dealership dropped me off at my house while they worked on it, and I was going to get a ride to pick it up when my roommate got home from work. The reason I mention this is because no car was in the driveway, you might assume nobody was home.
That's what one of the downstairs neighbors must have thought when she got home. I was playing a game on the computer, when I heard her pull up and enter her apartment.
I didn't think much of it until about 10 minutes later when the sounds of some very vigorous and enthusiastic "self love" started emmenating from the floor below me. The sounds went on for a while and got a lot louder. I wasn't sure what to do, stay quiet or alert her to my presence. Fate, however, didn't require me to decide, because my phone began to ring. It was my sister, of all people. I picked up, and immediately the sounds from downstairs stopped, as my neighbor became aware that there was someone else home. I made chit chat with my sister, and heard the front door open and close followed by the ignition and departure of a car.
I never knew for sure, which of the downstairs girls it was that day, but I have a sneaking suspicion it was the one who never made eye contact again, or smoked cigarettes on the steps anymore.
I'm the bad neighbor in my neighborhood. 
I leave people alone, but friendly when I see them. Invited the entire block to eat free tacos when I had a taco truck over for my wife's graduation.
However, unlike most on this site, I hate yardwork. Always the last to mow, I don't spray for weeds, and I don't rake leaves. I feel bad for about 30 seconds everyday when I see the neighbors out doing yardwork again.
I leave people alone, but friendly when I see them. Invited the entire block to eat free tacos when I had a taco truck over for my wife's graduation. However, unlike most on this site, I hate yardwork. Always the last to mow, I don't spray for weeds, and I don't rake leaves. I feel bad for about 30 seconds everyday when I see the neighbors out doing yardwork again.
Have a neighbor who when on city council would go for runs and turn people in who had lawns over 6” long. His lawn is well past that and I’m tempted getting revenge for the other people he did that to. I never got hit since I don’t let that happen but always felt it was a **** move.
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Not sure if I typed this story out 4 years ago...
Have a cousin in a small town. He put a speaker outside one night to hear some Van Halen as he drank beers.
Next day he decides he wants to watch a little midday porn. I'm sure it was a real grease film knowing that guy....
Welp I'm sure you guessed it. Was playing the porn through the speakers and unknowingly broadcasting to the neighborhood
When he figured **** out a neighbor and his family watched him bring in the speaker....
Sex Ed small town style
Have a cousin in a small town. He put a speaker outside one night to hear some Van Halen as he drank beers.
Next day he decides he wants to watch a little midday porn. I'm sure it was a real grease film knowing that guy....
Welp I'm sure you guessed it. Was playing the porn through the speakers and unknowingly broadcasting to the neighborhood
When he figured **** out a neighbor and his family watched him bring in the speaker....
Sex Ed small town style
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Have a new neighbor that has a couple of parties a week and burns unseasoned wood in his fire ring. They aren’t loud or anything but the people who show up block the fire hydrant on our street and then of course they are burning stuff and my asthma is bad for days.
When my parents were alive, they lived in a small Iowa town and owned a whole city block that had just their house on it and a shed. The next block over had about three houses on the side street facing our house and an old lady lived in one of them. She should have never been living alone because she had dementia or Altzheimer's, I'm not sure which one.
One winter, she backed her car out of her garage and didn't turn the steering wheel, backing straight into a 4-foot snowbank in our yard. My brother and I had to dig her out and she must have been going 40 miles an hour backward, because only the front wheels were in the street. The back wheels were not on the ground and the car was sitting at about a 45 degree angle. We had to dig for close to two hours to get her out and the whole while, she was standing there repeating, "Just put it in the garage, just put it in the garage."
My dad always got up about 3:30 a.m. to fix his breakfast and coffee and left for work usually around 5 a.m. so he could walk up to the only restaurant in town for coffee and to read the paper, where he would wait for his ride to pick him up to take him to work (my dad didn't drive, never had a driver's license in his life). He always got there right around the time they were opening up.
One day, as he opened the front door to walk uptown, this gray streak rushed past him into the house. He turned back around to see what it was because it's still dark out at 5 a.m. and it was the same 80-something year old neighbor lady and she was stark naked. I mean not a stitch on. Not even shoes. It was the middle of winter with snow on the ground. He had to go back into the house and wake up my mother to take care of this wrinkled nightmare and then burn his eyes out to get rid of the vision. He used to tell that story for years afterward.
One winter, she backed her car out of her garage and didn't turn the steering wheel, backing straight into a 4-foot snowbank in our yard. My brother and I had to dig her out and she must have been going 40 miles an hour backward, because only the front wheels were in the street. The back wheels were not on the ground and the car was sitting at about a 45 degree angle. We had to dig for close to two hours to get her out and the whole while, she was standing there repeating, "Just put it in the garage, just put it in the garage."
My dad always got up about 3:30 a.m. to fix his breakfast and coffee and left for work usually around 5 a.m. so he could walk up to the only restaurant in town for coffee and to read the paper, where he would wait for his ride to pick him up to take him to work (my dad didn't drive, never had a driver's license in his life). He always got there right around the time they were opening up.
One day, as he opened the front door to walk uptown, this gray streak rushed past him into the house. He turned back around to see what it was because it's still dark out at 5 a.m. and it was the same 80-something year old neighbor lady and she was stark naked. I mean not a stitch on. Not even shoes. It was the middle of winter with snow on the ground. He had to go back into the house and wake up my mother to take care of this wrinkled nightmare and then burn his eyes out to get rid of the vision. He used to tell that story for years afterward.
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I'm the bad neighbor in my neighborhood.
However, unlike most on this site, I hate yardwork. Always the last to mow, I don't spray for weeds, and I don't rake leaves. I feel bad for about 30 seconds everyday when I see the neighbors out doing yardwork again.
I'm the same way, I mow, but only when I absolutely have to, and as far as weed eating goes, if it's not too hot, MAYBE. That means I used a weed eater three times this year, mostly in the spring, but just used it again last week. However, despite my infrequent mowing (maybe 5 times this spring and summer) my yard is still the neatest on the block. My four closest neighbors all mow even less than I do. The one immediately to my right has mowed once this year. The one farther down on the right, I've never seen them mow. The two to my immediate left are renters and rely on their landlord (same landlord for both properties) to mow, even though they are supposed to do it themselves. The landlord only mows when it gets so high she can't see the front door (or the city complains, not sure which).
