I had a townhouse before this place. Guy next door would sit on his stoop and smoke cigars.
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Same family had a party one weekend -- I think I've told this story before, but it's been awhile: A couple of guests at the party were sitting on my glider in our backyard (no fence between the yards) and dropping their beer bottles into my trash can (which I had to fish out later and dispose of properly, as the trash guys only took bagged trash). Magickmaker finally went out and asked them to please stay on their side of the yard -- and this chick went ballistic and called my daughter a racist.
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Which, if you knew Magickmaker, is so freakin' far from reality that it was almost funny. The people who lived there apologized to us later, but...wow.
The downstairs neighbor here is the same guy who stood on his balcony and kibbitzed with Magickmaker and me in December while we dug my car out of a snowbank. He offered us the use of his snow shovel but he didn't come down to help. Didn't even offer a bogus "I'd help but my trick knee is acting up" -- just stayed upstairs and watched us work.
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So even if I did talk to him, I wouldn't expect much in the way of cooperation.
I mean, I know I should suck it up and talk to him anyway...but, well, y'know.