In re #1: I can sympathize with her. Though at least her next door neighbor does not show signs of having loud parties, every night, until the wee smalls, with their stereo cranked loud enough that its noise penetrated THEIR closed windows, MY closed windows, and overwhelmed a fan set on “high” that I used in a vain attempt to block the noise.
But yeah. Some people are creeps.
In re #3: It’s also true in the university world. About 10% of the students lead to 90% of my grief. Which frustrates me, because the remaining 90% of the students wind up sometimes not getting the attention they actually deserve. (And it’s also why I will dig in my heels against any attempt to OU-ize us by raising class sizes to 250. I can cope with 4 turkeys per class per semester; I could not cope with 25.)
HA! I am of the very small percentage that actually got to (sorta) choose my neighbors.
Why? Because I’m friends with them. My last neighbors were very close and when they moved, I told them point blank: “Don’t sell it to an asshole.”
My neighborhood being both a reasonable and desirable one, we were able to find a mutual acquaintance to buy it and I couldn’t be happier with my current neighbors. Several friends who were introduced to this neighborhood by attending our loud parties have found houses here. Even last week I got word from a friend that her friend was looking for a house in the neighborhood and for me to keep an eye out.
Know your neighbors. It’s where you live.
Thanks for reminding me that I have it pretty good because sometimes I forget.