–The guy we call Old Yeller because he yells at his family all day long, though he’s certainly not hard of hearing.
–The ice cream truck that doesn’t play normal ice cream truck music. It plays some horrendous thing by Kenny G…ALL THE TIME.
–Idiots who tear up the road at freeway speeds, though it is a residential street with an elementary school at one end.
–The dork who rides an extremely noisy motorcycle up and down the street despite the fact that our cross street is a highway which he could be using instead.
–Old Yeller’s kids, who think nothing of stealing other people’s newspapers and plucking flowers from their lawns without asking.
I’m thankful to live in a really decent neighborhood. The only thing wrong with it is that once in a while litterbugs walk past and drop litter on my front lawn. What is wrong with you twerps?
People that blow the stop sign in front of the bus stop. They don’t just do a rolling stop, they totally ignore it, even when the kids are there.
People that don’t watch their kids. People send their young kids outside to play, and let them run all around the place. Then they get all pissy and call the cops if you dare to ask their kid to stop bouncing rocks next to your car.
The speed bumps in the neighborhood are freaking enourmous. You basically have to come to a complete stop as you go over them, and still my car bottoms out.
I basically like where I live, but those things piss me off on a daily basis.
I just wish there were a few more local amenities like a closer pharmacy, a supermarket, a takeaway that ISN’T just a chipper, a dry cleaner, a cornershop or off-licence open past 10 pm etc. This is supposed to be central Dublin but sometimes it feels more like the suburbs.
Also it bugs me that there are all these new expensive apartment buildings going up in vacant lots but nobody seems to be doing anything about all the derelict houses around.
That said, it is a wonderfully affordable area considering the size of my house and the nearness to city centre.
I really like my neighborhood, even tho it is basicly older people. It is a small town outside of Houston. That being said…the one thing that bugs me is they(we?) celebrate EVERYTHING. I live accross the street from a church, and next to me is a large parking lot. I woke up to Drums and other band noises at 8:30 am!!! They were practicing before heading off to Main st. My dogs could see them thru the fence and of cource barked, so I had barking and loud trumpets blasting at them. Eveyone was annoyed. I was not happy. Not everyone loves a parade. UGH They even have a parade with FIRETRUCKS blareing for the opening of little league!!!
Thats my main complaint. Glad I got that off my chest, I was in a real pissy mood.
Whoever it is that picks someone up across the street and always has to honk the horn. Two or three times a day. So rude.
The dogs running loose, especially the ones who knock the big rocks into my fish pond.
Really, though, I love my neighborhood. It’s nice and quiet and peaceful, and we all live in harmony. We got lots of trick-or-treaters, too.
As far as kids running around unsupervised, I’m just glad kids today are ever allowed to go anywhere without an adult. Poor little, overprotected things.
My neighbours and I were great friends for the first 10 years we lived here. This summer the husband was annoyed with me for giving away some sidewalk blocks instead of giving them to him. He hasn’t talked to me since and has been rude to my son. If you have an urge to be rude to me, great, fill your boots, but fuck right off before treating a child like that.
Other than that, I love my neighbourhood. I grew up three blocks from here and there’s never a time that I go into the grocery store where I don’t run into someone I know.
I live in a big university town, and we have a stadium that holds 60,000 people. Every game day, about 50,000 of them walk past my house from the parking lots to the stadium (about half a mile). This is the case today. They are loud, walk in our yard, pee on our property (!), leave beer cans, and make it impossible to drive.
I live in a student neighbourhood, but it’s actually pretty quiet. The biggest thing that bothers me, though, is the one-hour parking on the street during the day. Its a rule that makes a lot of sense, though, because we are literally one street away from a university campus, and students were regularly trying to park on the streets instead of pay for a permit. Also, this street is closer to campus than the parking lots (they need a shuttle bus! to get students from the lot to main campus!. The downside, however, is that those of us living here have to constantly shuffle the cars around in the driveway (most of us have long, 1 car-wide ones). We all have different schedules in my house, and so for me it’s easier to park on the street overnight. Come morning, however, my car has to be back in the driveway (blocking my housemate’s car) by 8::30am. At least I have early classes, so it’s not always an issue, but the occasional day when I don’t need to take the car to school (another university) it’s a realy pain. And the city won’t let me pay for a special exemption permit since my car isn’t registered to this house. How many students do you know transfer their registration from house to house every year? Besides, I’d have to transfer provinces. It’s just really annoyong.
The parents of the kids who go to school across the street. More specifically, they’d better STOP PARKING IN MY PARKING LOT! I pay to live here. That includes the right to park in my parking lot. The two corner units are the only two units in every set that do not have parking in the back. Normally, we have three to five cars parked out front everyday. When school is starting or getting out, you can’t get in or out of the lot, and forget about finding a parking space. I’ve had to park down the block with two young children and a van full of groceries because of the damn inconsiderate parents. Also, my kids go to a different school, and they’ve regularly been late because my van has been totally blocked in.
The young wanna-be criminals who run around harassing other kids and swearing loudly outside. By being an intrusive and mean mother, I’ve cleaned up my area of these kids, but the situation still crops up a few times a year.
My next door neighbor, who is perpetually drunk, lets her young kids play with powertools in the common area outside, blasts her music, and recently resisted arrest at her unit, which brought four police cars, lots of punching and loads of pepperspray. How classy.
The morons who think that a road in a residential area with a high percentage of kids, a school and a playground makes an excellent raceway.
And finally, the city’s worst mall and worst selection of video stores. They’ve been trying to revive the mall, and finally put a Blockbuster in, which has the improved the situation a little, but I still often find myself driving quite a distance to do my errands.
the rich guy who moved in, completely redid the house a million times, blocking the only entrance/exit to the neighborhood an average of 5 days a week (that’s the average- sometimes it was 7) with worktrucks and landscaping vehicles, then built two 15-car garages in the back, then bought the nice little house next door, remodeled it, decided it wasn’t a good guest house, knocked it down to build a putting green for his wife, and then bought the house across the street as a guest house and completely redid it. Pretty soon it won’t be a neighborhood, it’ll be an estate.
The stupid freakin’ chicane we have in our street (it’s right on a t-junction, therefore when you get three vehicles entering from the three different directions simultaneously there’s a real risk of everything ending in tears).
not within staggering distance of a pub (though it is within staggering distance of an off-licence, an indian take-away, a thai restaurant, a post office, an all-you-can eat chinese restaurant, a 24-hour Bi-Lo, a cinema, a gardening centre, a TV repair shop and a funeral home)
one of the aforementioned wankers with a big engine and no penis, insisting that they everyone loves hearing them revving their c. 1970s 308ci Holden Penis Extension.
our wacky neighbours. well, they’re nice enough people … they just like to sing loudly in Bosnian most nights of the week until all hours. Sometimes a little annoying, but at least they’re not hostile.
our other wacky neighbours. these guys used to have loud parties on Monday and Tuesday nights until god knows when, and every second word started with ‘f’. now they just mow their lawns at 7am on Saturday morning. Next time those assholes keep us up half the night, i’m going to mow the lawn at 6.30 the next morning, and insist on slapping the fence with our electric weed trimmer.
our strata (condo) community is kinda strict (I can’t even have a satellite dish :()
our local government authorities are a bunch of gerbilling wankstains (but then again, most local councils are).
Other than that, living here is pretty cool. 5 minutes to the beach, 5 minutes to our city’s CBD. gotta be happy with that.
Oh, and Cranky, I find that people that don’t respect the rights of their recluse neighbours to be reclusive a bit creepy.
My biggest problem is the woman next door. She really endeared herself to us when she called the sheriff and accused our dogs of killing her rabbit because there were dog prints around the cage. Our dogs were in the yard, and one of them had just had surgery on her leg - that’s the only thing that kept the sheriff from calling animal control. This is the same neighbor who lets her little rat mutts run loose whenever they need to take a dump. Goodness knows she doesn’t want them pooping in her yard…
the whole neighborhood. Mexican gangsters who insist on protecting their hood, which also happens to be mine. I’ve lived here my whole life, the bastards still try to mug me. They still don’t think I’m part fo the community. I got beat up every day until I was 12, called cracker, honky, you name it. I couldn’t wear decent clothes because they’d rip them on purpose. If I wore jewelry, forget about it. They’d pistol whip me just for being so stupid. My parents couldn’t move. The asshople gansgters would beat up the little 8 year old kids walking home. Still do, actually. They don’t mess with me anymore, now that I’m packing. I don’t care how much a gun control freak you are, come live here for awhile, you’ll be Charlton Heston. Guns are tools for survival. Sorry for getting off topic.
Another thing about my neighborhood. Little punks, mostly the gangsters little brothers, trying to act hard. They throw rocks at my house every single day. I took a baseball bat to a group of them trying to tag my house, which prompted the gansgters to shoot up my house. Cops don’t even come around here. Damn them all to hell.
