Oh, bummer. I have some great bad neighbor stories. Why did I choose to watch figure skating instead?
I could have told you guys about the time we moved to a new neighborhood, and the lady behind us decided to introduce herself by telling my mom that their little beagles have killed cats and will likely do so again. Also, she treated her dogs like crap. They were never allowed inside, not even when it rained, so one of the dum dum beagles would frantically run back and forth in the rain, despite the small overhang where he could have sought refuge I guess. And they were obese. And they never picked up their dogs' poop, so we could smell it if the wind was particularly strong. Ugh.
Also, we had some real douchebags move next to us. When they first moved in, whatsherface told my mom, "I don't like to socialize with my neighbors." Rude! She also once told my mom that her husband is a sucky lawyer and proceeded to denigrate him for a full 10 minutes. My mom calls them Marge and Homer Simpson. They have four kids, I think. She honks her car horn EVERY goddamn morning around 7:30 am to get her kids into the car. She also honks the horn at other times throughout the day, I guess when she drives them to do other things. And these aren't little beep-beeps, she repeatedly honks the horn until her stupid kids come out. Would it kill her to be considerate? Oh, and one of her teenage sons is always having loud arguments with her. If he's not arguing with her, he's talking loudly on the phone on the patio, so it's impossible to sit outside and read or enjoy some fresh air. One time, he left his cell phone on our mailbox. It was there a two full days before we bothered to bring it in. I called "Mami" in the kid's phone book and wasn't surprised to find out it was my moron neighbor's phone. He picked it up later that day. Jesus.
The worst part is they throw these huge, loud parties every other week. They sometimes go on until 2 in the morning, which sucked when I had to get up early in the morning. Idiot Mom confided in my mom that they do drugs at these parties, and... I don't know? She doesn't stop them? She doesn't throw them out or call the police? She just stands idly by and lets them snort coke and take bonghits? Wow. Usually, we find broken bottles in our driveway the next morning. One time, they got really fucked up and set our Christmas tree on fire.
Oh, fun!
