We didn’t have a catchy name for the kid who used to live upstairs, but he would run across the floor, terminating in a loud bang, another loud thump, and begin crying…thudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthud BAM THUMP Waaaaaaaaah!!!..over and over again. For a while I wondered if perhaps he couldn’t turn, so to change direction, he just had to run straight into furniture and walls, fall down, and hope he got up facing in a different direction.
We were somewhat irritated about the noise…then one night, it was different: BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM. I finally went up to have a word with them.
When they opened the door, it turned out to be a single mother and her kid temporarily living with her retired mom, who actually owns the place. She was trying to get a plastic basketball hoop set up by pounding the parts together, but failing. I felt bad about being cranky about the noise, and wound up helping her put it together. Eventually the mom and kid moved out, and we remain friendly with the grandmother. Sometimes the kid comes over to visit; he seems to have better motor control now.
You mean that in a purely descriptive way, correct?
We don’t have names for the neighbors in our immediate vicinity, but we do have the People in Your Neighborhood who have names (The Walker, the Trash Bag Guy, etc). We have neighbors on the corner of the street, though, who no one has ever, ever seen in the 7 years or so since they’ve lived in that house.
My friend J lives in the house next door to these people and she has never seen them. Allegedly, it is a blind woman and her mentally disabled adult daughter who live there—but that sounds like an Urban Legend, doesn’t it? There’s an adult man who comes by once a week or so to do basic maintenence. J tried introducing herself to him when the new people first moved into the house and he wasn’t much for neighborly relations.
While not annoying, we like these people, we have in our neighborhood “The Portable Pack”, an empty nest couple that does Pekinese rescue. They can be seen about 3 times a day walking about 13 Pekes and a German Shepherd sized mutt through the neighborhood on leashes.
I can count on getting lots of dog kisses whenever we talk.
Across the street are The Mexicans, a normal family that happens to be Mexican. Next to them are The Horseshoes, a rowdy bunch and obnoxious bunch that pitches horseshoes 24/7.
The Sports Fans - painted their house the (hideous) colors of their favorite team, have a party every game day. Crazy Julie - mows her weeds once every spring and plants a garden that dies halfway through the summer. Plus…she’s crazy. Dog Shit Guy - lets his large dog out to crap on everyone’s lawn, but calls the dog back to him if he notices anyone outside…as if he didn’t purposely let her out to do her business anywhere but his yard.
We also had “The Screamers” living across form us. They all (three generations) screamed at each other all the time. Its as if they didn’t know how to speak at a normal volume. It was funny and sad to hear the little kids (4-5 yeas old) following in the footsteps of the adults. Plus two barking mini schnauzers. Thank god they moved.
I used to live next door to a neighbour who we simply called “Dean Martin man” as he was an alcoholic who had the habit of stoating in drunk at 4am and singing “little old wine drinker me”. That was until i started a diary and lodged a complaint and this resulted in his Stereo being confiscated
You mean that in a purely descriptive way, correct?
