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Deeeeear crazy neighbor...
9:30 am is a perfectly legal time to do work in this country.
We just had a friend who works as a landscaper come over to throw some fertilizer on the lawn. Unfortunately, it was a loud two minutes when she used the (what I thought was) leaf blower to put it on. Crazy upstairs yells out the window: "IT'S 9:15!" He's got his clock wrong. I'd like to remind him about the Saturday morning early when he was hollering at his child for 10 minutes straight "DRINK YOUR JUICE! DRINK IT! DRINK YOUR JUICE! DRINK IT!"
1. I hope I never have his kid in class, since I hear what he has to deal with.
2. I miss living in the middle of nowhere in an independent house.
/end rant.
So, guys, let's hear your crazy neighbor stories!
(We have another one who will go into other unsold properties to collect snails if the gate is open. She's always after us for snails.)
Re: Deeeeear crazy neighbor...
Yikes! I wouldn't like to have to listen to that!
We are pretty lucky that we only have neighbors to one side and above us (well, under us too but it's an old lady who doesn't do much). Our neighbors to the side argue loudly pretty often, but I can't tell if it's just Spanish loud talking or genuine arguing. From the kids upstairs all I hear is them sometimes running around their apartment and playing the recorder.
We DO have a neighbor that we refer to as the Chatty Man. If he catches you you're stuck for at least 10 minutes talking about god knows what. He doesn't bother me as much anymore and I suspect it's because he thinks I don't understand what he's saying. I do understand; I just don't feel like engaging him in a long conversation and try to keep things short.
Ha ha ha!
We're currently having issues with two neighbours:
1: Top floor, right above us. Rich Swiss family just bought it as a vacation home, they were getting work done on it and put up a notice that the construction would take 3 WEEKS. This was in June. It's still going on and the building is full of their dust, they burst a pipe and flooded our kitchen. We'll see if they are crazy or entitled once they actually move in.
2: Basement apartment/loft, the owners are trying to sell, but because they basically "stole" the garden/parking from the building to use as a private yard they cannot sell. So they rent out the place. Problem is the people who rent it throw parties almost every night from May until October. Rumour is that they are using the place as a swingers club!
My upstairs neighbors are just loud. Their kids are loud. The wife is constantly shaking her rugs out on the balcony. She does this probably 3x/day. We have tiny apartments, she can't possibly have that many rugs. (It could also be blankets.) I often wonder if they shower because, although I can hear everything, I never hear their shower. She dumps gallons and gallons of water out every few days. Once it hit my clothes that I had outside to dry, and when I told her she started dumping out the water at 2am. (Now that I think of it, maybe all this water is their bath water? I can't think of any reason she'd need to dump out water for 15 minutes every few days.)
All that said, they are so nice. Their kids are adorable. I've started just keeping things on in my house so I can't here them (a fan, the a/c, the dishwasher) at night.
They are no where near as bad as my neighbors in the states when we lived in a house. The kids next door would turn on our hose while we were out because "your husband does it so why can't I", steal our mail "I didn't steal yo' mail" - as I'm looking at it in their hands, they would get a grocery cart from the nearest grocery store (a mile away) wheel it on home then leave it in our yard. When they moved out the mother asked me to help her move one of the beds. It was the dirtiest bed I'd ever seen. My arms were covered with sand when I was done. It was gross. When I couldn't lift it at one point, she told me it's ok to just pull it over the garage floor - which was covered in oil. Nice. She could take some shaking out things lessons from my new neighbors.
My upstairs neighbors are FULL of the cray-cray. To the extent that I called 112 (Dutch version of 911) on them about 6 months ago because I thought someone was getting the shyte beat out of them upstairs and was worried for someone's safety.
No joke...I've heard the woman (twice now...112 time, and once a month or so ago), SCREAMING at the top of her lungs...for about 30 minutes straight! And, they're not speaking English, so I have no idea WTF is going on...it's just screaming, and banging, and noise! Their windows were open, and people were standing on their balcony looking in our direction. These people lived across a major 4 lane road and down the street, and they could STILL hear her! Seriously...nuts.
Last year we lived in an older apartment with neighbors on each side and someone above us. The people to the sides were fine and we never heard them at all. The people who lived above us were loud. I swear they moved their living room furniture around at least once a week, dropped handfuls of marbles on the laminate floors often, and taught daily 2-3 hour polka lessons in high-heels. The sounds I heard were really strange.
I never complained because it really wasn't that big of a deal. We did get a couple of noise complaints from them though - for listening to the baby's lullabies too loud. Seriously.
I started to think about crazy neighbors and realized that STBXH and I WERE the crazy neighbors!
Black curtains on all windows? Check! Blinds drawn all day? Check! Hallucinations that made him call the police because he thought people were breaking into our house? Check! Talking in code/foreign languages? Check! Knocking on the neighbor's door and seeing if there were people in her attic who were trying to break into our house (attached houses, again from hallucinations)? CHECK!!!!