My weird neighbor story:
I live in an upstairs condo that started life as your basic apartment (in other words, very close quarters) and I'm always happiest when the unit downstairs is empty. A couple of years ago I had the neighbors from hell. I don't know how many people were living there but I could wake up at any time of night and hear someone in the shower. They smoked and stunk up my place. And blasted their stereo. But the topper was that apparently no one had a key to the gate so they would knock on the window (below my bedroom window) and yell for Johnny to let them in at any hour of the day or night. And curse at Johnny when he didn't respond.
Then on New's Year while I was at this swanky party annoying someone else's neighbors, the police came and rounded everyone up. And that was it. My son said a bunch of people were lined up in handcuffs. I'm really sorry I missed that.
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