Stuff about your neighborhood that bugs you

I have most excellent neighbors!

Because Mr. Ujest is known as " Mr. Rental" .

He has all the tools and gizmo’s and thingies needed for anything that needs a tool, gizmo or thingie for.

Mr. Ujest built the four houses behind ours and NO COMPLAINTS about anything. ( Do you know how rare that is in the building industry. EVERYONE HATES THEIR BUILDER.)

And if they just need manpower, Mr. Rental is da man to heave that barge for you. I’m comedy relief.

We get some serious suck up service because of this :slight_smile:
(But, the one neighbors that never leave their house - they live just to the right of our house- we’ve been here 8.5 years and met them twice. Very odd birds. Never leave their house except at night. We refer to them as the Vampire People.)

The only thing about my neighborhood that annoys me is the train that runs four blocks away from my house – I don’t mind the occassional traffic delay, but it’s that !^%?&@(# horn-blowin’ that annoys me (and drives my wife completely bonkers).

Other than that, it’s great. :slight_smile:

Well, I was going to post about the lack of decent restaurants in my 'hood, but after reading The Mick’s post, I guess it’s not so bad…
[sub]…but there are NO good restaurants in my 'hood. Not one. They are all very very mediocre. There, I said it.[/sub]

This is the one that makes me want to buy a bazooka.

IDIOT DRIVER: (Hmmmm, it’s 4:00 a.m. and I want to get some persons attention in a nearby building. I could get off my lazy ass and walk up to the door and buzz it, but that would be a waste of my precious life) BBBLLLLLLLAAATTTTTT!!!

ME: Eat chits and die you ignorant, lazy fool

SSSSHHHHHHHHHHLLLLLAAATZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTT

BBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM

<<Crash…tinkle tinkle of glass>>

ME: Ahhhh zzzzzzzzzzzzz…
A guy can dream can’t he.

::the things I hate in my neighborhood…

  1. the neighbors that insist on talking to me as soon as I step out of the door, and they talk like we’ve been best buddies for YEARS

  2. the idiots that let their dog(s) bark ALL NIGHT, but have no problem complaining when my radio is just a tad too loud

  3. The kids that insist on riding their bikes thru my yard. Hello! Thats why we have sidewalks and streets

  4. I HATE when my one neighbor comes over and borrows stuff while I’m at work, and then when I look for it, they act like I lent it to them a long time ago and they just forgot to return it

Lolagranola…
Can you talk to the condo association/landlord about the problem? Is there a “no parking without permit” sign up? You need some kind of “Resident Parking Only. Others Will Be Towed at Owners Expense.”

Or, go through the school. Write down the license plate numbers of the offending cars, bring them over to the office of the school, and explain the problem. Maybe they can send a note home with kids reminding parents not to block the driveway of your building.

Could you take down the license numbers and call the police non-emergency number?

Is there any way you could issue a warning? Do you have the money to have their cars towed?

For some reason this really cheeses me off.

In answer to the O.P.:

  1. Garbage, trash, dust in the main streets. I have managed to live my life without ever throwing papers, cigarette butts, and fast food refuse on the ground. If there is no convenient trash can, then HOLD ON TO YOUR GARBAGE UNTIL YOU FIND A TRASH CAN. The wind forms these garbage piles into little garbage tumbleweeds. It’s gross.

  2. The local ice cream truck plays evil clown music.

  3. My upstairs neighbors and their two-year-old who runs back and forth across the apartment early in the mornings.

  4. The fact that everyone smokes in the laundromat.

Other than that, I love where I live. I have 2 porches and cheap rent.

magdalene, what does evil clown music sound like?

I have a neighbor up the street who makes a habit of buying junkers and then leaving them parked half way in the street and steeling our parking spaces (which because of her little collection are scarse on our street to begin with). Some of her cars have old registration, and her current “get around town” vehicle is a busted up RV that blocks a good deal of the street when she parks it. I live on a windy one lane road by the way and have seen my life flash before my eyes when she comes powering around a sharp curve and nearly crushes my poor innocent little Geo.

The same neighbor has a pile of junk in front of her house. I lost all hope of that pile of junk leaving when she built her fence over it.

The only problem is that this woman is really nice and no one wants to call the CHP about her car problem, because she is so dang nice.

I hate nice nieghbors:)

i got a transplanted california asshole down the street that wants to turn the whole world into a california asshole homeowner association. he likes to tell folks what they can drive, where to park them, how many you can have, how to raise your kids, dogs and livestock. this guy is a prick, plain and simple. this guy has the fucking sherriff on speed-dial. he complains about peoples yards, kids, music, cars and animals.

this prick passed out a petition to have me halt the construction of my garage, because he said it would block his view! (it failed!) this asshole complained about me playing Miles Davis in my garage on a saturday afternoon about 4 pm. this dickbreath told the cops the neighbors across the street were drug dealers. he is always bitching about someone making too much noise.

this same asshole lets his fucking harley warm up for 10 minutes every sunday morning about 6:30!

i hope someone anally masterbates with his toothbrush.

if you ask the same question to my neighbors, they would say “Gatopescado”!

Why don’t you call the Sheriff on him? Give him a taste of his own medecine.

-The Hispanic family that loves to sit one their front porch all weekend and work an their cars out back- while blaring Salsa music as loud as they can, so therefore making it really annoying for anyone ELSE to enjoy sitting on their porch OR out back.

-The woman two doors down who admitted to me that she likes to go through everyone’s recycling bin to see how much alcohol everyone drinks, and is always coming over to my porch when I’m doing yardwork to offer her input on how I should maintain my house. She also kept bugging me all summer to cut down this baby oak tree, since we live in rowhomes, and the front yard can’t handle the roots. Out of spite, I just left it in . . and suddenly it died . .hmmmmmm…

-The kids who just moved in from the “inner city” who refuse to move out of the way when I am trying to drive down the alleyway, and the little wanna be gangbanger who must be 10 years old who stares at my car when he finally does move, trying to intimidate me. I called the cops to complain about them blocking the alleyway, but they never come; if I yell at the little fuck, then suddenly I’m the neighborhood asshole; if I beat the shit out of him, I’m going to jail; and his parents are probably crack addicts. For now, I just avoid the alleyway. The extra 30 seconds the shortcut saves me just isn’t worth the slashed tires.

-The fucking Church in my backyard that every other hour seems to think that the entire neighborhood wants to be treated to the sounds of their bells, which go on for 15 MINUTES!!! I’d complain, but then, I’d be the bad guy who went up against a church.

-The asswipe who owns a very loud motorcycle, and has to fire it up to ride to work- AT 10:00 EVERY GODAMMNED NIGHT.

-The morons who occassionally park in the alleyway behind us . . .in front of our garage . . blocking my wife’s car- somehow not seeing the “NO PARKING” sign on our garage door!

Other than that, it’s another beautiful day in the fucking neighborhood!!!

We’re in a nice old neighbourhood in a small town, and I don’t really have much to complain about. But in addition to the speeders on our quiet street (guess most of us have problems with those), there are two things:

First, the tree cutters. Lovely big old shade maples are falling left, right, and centre because these idiots seem to be unable to read their work orders. Removing the dead limb that overhangs the house does not equal cutting the entire tree down, but that’s what these guys do. If they did it once by mistake, it would be one thing, but they have done it a few times, each in response to a dead-limb removal. The various neighbours who have called these bozos are not happy, and neither are we.

Second, the people who just last year bought the house across the street. It is a very narrow street, and they have had more contractors come in for renovations than I’ve ever thought possible, all of whom park their trucks with trailers, air compressors, and other assorted items smack in the middle of the narrow street. Not only does this block traffic (although, come to think of it, it does take care of the speeders), it makes it very difficult for us to get our car out of the driveway.

Oh, and if by chance, we do get our car out, we have no guarantee we’ll be able to put it back later. Not because of the trucks in the street, but because–get this–the people who bought the house feel it is okay to park in our driveway if they cannot get in their because of their contractors’ trucks!

I did solve this problem once when I was in my Jeep and came home to find my parking spot taken by them. While still behind the wheel and on the street, I called my wife from my cellphone. She reported that she had asked them to move because I’d be home soon, but they wouldn’t because one of their trucks was blocking their driveway and their treasured Lexus couldn’t get into it. So I did the only thing I could think of: drove the Jeep up over the curb, over their lawn, and parked in their driveway.

Their car was removed from our driveway in less than five minutes. And now that I think of it, we have had no problems since.

I hate my neighborhood. As soon as I finish school and start making some money, I’m so outta here. Preferably to a place where there are no neighbors! You see, I have the kind of neighbors who can’t leave you alone. They’ll walk by my windows, staring in. They’ll report any and all offenses, regardless how minor they might be. I left my comforter out over the balcony to air it out one day, and next thing I know, there’s an anonymous note saying how it a disgrace to leave it out, or some crap like that.

But the worst part is all the IDIOTS who think my puppy is some kind of public property. People actually get offended when I don’t allow them to pet my dog every time. It’s getting to be so annoying, I can’t go for a walk without him wanting to greet everyone. And when I don’t allow him, they think it’s personal. I had one woman nearly start crying because she “loves dogs and all animals, and it’s no fun when you live so close and yet you never get to pet the dog”. From a grown woman!!! AAARRRGGGGGGGHHHH!

Maybe it’s not so much the neighborhood, as people in general. I’m becoming a hermit, I swear.

  1. Homeowners Association. Can’t say enough bad stuff about ours. I’m tired of getting notices about my halloween lights (little light-up pumpkins) still being up on November 1st. Did they expect me to be yanking them down on midnight on Halloween?

  2. Kids on bikes/skateboards/scooters zooming around corners against traffic and then looking surprised and pissed when you come within 2 feet of taking them out with your vehicle

  3. Neighbors who think the leash law/pooper scooper laws don’t apply to them. I’m so friggin sick of walking my dog when it’s dark and coming home with a lump of shit stuck to the bottom of my shoe. I’m also sick of loose dogs running up to my dog who gets very protective of me and the neighbors acting like it’s my fault b/c my dog is barking and bristling at the loose dog.

  4. Absolutely no sense of community or friendliness in my neighborhood. I live in a cozy little court of townhouses and it would be so easy for everyone to be friendly and create a nice atmosphere, but people are either terminal hermits, families who don’t speak any english and only communicate via a jaunty wave or nod, family-types who only associate with other family-types no matter how hard we try to be gracious to them(we don’t have kids), and career folks who leave their homes at 6 a.m. and don’t come home until 9 or 10 at night. No one hangs outside on their decks (any given night in the summer we’re the only ones outside grilling on our decks), no one hangs out front chatting, no one waves/smiles while driving by you.

Spoons I love it!!! LOLOL Priceless!

I have a really good neighborhood but I also have the problem of litterbugs that just have to throw their trash out in front of my house. I have one neighbor who mows his lawn maybe three times a year. Real attractive yard there! Also, there are two houses with year round Christmas decorations. Believe this or not, one of them actually turns the Christmas lights on several times during the year. Guess they gotta make sure they’re working.

-Parents in my neighborhood who let their kids come over when I babysit. Normally, I don’t care. But when there are 13, 14, or 15 screaming 8 year olds running around the house, it gets to be a bit much. And then they give me crap if I send their kid home. :mad:

My complaints are minor compared to others posted here, but they still annoy me a little.

I live in one of the nicest, most beautiful towns in the state, but my block is not very picturesque. On the other hand, it’s very nice compared to so many places. Oh well.

I live at a school bus stop, which will be great in a few years when I have a kid in school. Now, I get a little pissed off when kids are playing in my yard while they wait, or are very bold about cutting through my driveway, sidewalk and yard rather than going around the corner.

I also get a little pissed if I happen to come home early and there are people blocking my driveway while waiting for the bus to drop their kids off.

The other thing is a bit more frustrating. The people behind us are junk collectors. There is so much crap in their yard! There is even a junky car that hasn’t moved in 2 years! Meanwhile it’s closer to our house than theirs.
They have picked stuff from our trash, hidden it in the bushes on the property line for later and forgotten about it. However, they are nice people, so what can you do.

stuff about my neighborhood that bugs me…

 I can't walk outside without someone being nosy
 or staring at me.....

 The behavior of some of my neighbors could be described
 with many, many cuss words...

 One neighbor was constantly accusing my brother of
 stuff like causing a fire, breaking a window, etc.

 A neighbor accused my innocent dog of biting her son
 who had been pestering my dog frequently and the
 parents wanted a lot money for the "physical and
 emotional damage" to her "precious" little boy.
 The parents also tried to have my sweet dog put to
 sleep....

I guess the main thing that bugs me about my neighborhood is the neighbors…I can only hope in the future I’ll have decent neighbors or very few of them.

The panhandlers - At least once a month, someone knocks on my door and wants, a) a handout, b) to rake my “lawn” c) to wash my car. Et cetera. My favorite was the boy, whose parents sent him to my door from the corner, who asked for “some spare change so we can get a cab to the hospital.” I reminded him the bus stop was around the corner and if it was an emergency, call 911 – they’ll give you a ride.

The poison ivy lady – Old neighbor lady who has poison ivy rooted in her yard. It grows through the fence into my driveway. She also can’t remember which week is the right week to take out her recycling can.

The skate punks down the street – Really I don’t mind these guys much. They get out of the way when you’re driving in their direction. And their parties usually wind down by midnight so I can sleep and they can go out to the bars.

The fundie evangelical Baptists – Their church is also down the street. Once in a while, they put on purple robes and roam around the neighborhood, making sure they have people to pray for. A pagan, I always assure them my relationship with Jesus is rock solid! Thank you very much.

The day care center on the next block over – When they let 'em out to play in the afternoons, and if I happen to be home during the week in the middle of the day, the screaming of happy children makes it difficult to nap properly.

The elementary school down the block – They make the kids try to sell me popcorn and shit. I cannot resist Scouts, dammit. My house is full of cookies and junk… little bastards.

Really, besides the panhandlers, my complaints are pretty minor. After reading The Mick’s post… This place is paradise. I’ll shut up now.

      • I hate my neighborhood because I’m not allowed to have insomnia. Well, I can have insomnia, but whenever I had insomnia before I used to put on army fatigues and use a crossbow and night vision goggles to hunt rabbits. They said I can’t do that anymore.
        ~
  • People driving by playing car stereos loud has become a major problem. They don’t even drive down my street, they just pass by within about a half-block, but you can still hear the bass track of the shit-****er noise loud and clear. - DougC