This post is, of course, prompted by my own current neighbour troubles. None of them is really all that dire (no one leaving their outdoor water running so as to wash away my house’s foundations, as I read somewhere ages ago) but they do irk.
The barking dogs, left in their front yard. For a while I deployed a silent whistle, which seemed promising, but it’s REAL tiresome to have to spend the evening dumping the cat off my lap and getting up and going to the door time after time (the whistle doesn’t work through walls or glass).
There’s loud music blasting from somewhere. From the distance, and through the window glass, it sounds like a flock of ducks, not even kidding.
The people across the street, their teenager’s friends seem to think it’s ok to honk when they arrive to pick him up. Do they not have a cell phone? Well, no, that wouldn’t annoy the grown-ups, would it?
There’s even a website about witless neighbours. Read others people’s stories, or post your own.
I’m sure many of you, sadly, have some awful stories. Do share.
If they conclude with a successful getting-even, so much the better.
Picture is from Wiki Commons, here.
