In my neighborhood, not including my household we have:
1. The guy next door. He gets up at 6 am and cranks up his car. He drives it around the block and then his wife drives it around the block. Then he opens the hood and shuts off the car. Then he cranks up the motorcycle and revs it really really loudly. Then he drives it around the block. Then he makes his dogs bark, maybe they get into a fight and he hits them with a folding chair until they bite each other bloody. Then he cranks up the car again and the whole thing starts over, rinse, repeat.
2. The sheesh shack. An indeterminate number of people and animals live here. There are tires on the roof, presumably to keep it from blowing away. Every couple of days the rebel flag which serves as a curtain in the front window disappears or reappears, causing us to comment on whether the confederacy or the union has claimed the sheesh shack.
3. Grimace. The guy immediately to the west of the room in which I now sit, he is shaped like the purple McDonald land character. Has a good looking (for this demographic) girlfriend with whom he openly smokes pot on his front porch, leading us to believe he may sell the dope. Another clue as to his occupation were the two guys who came up in the yard, called Grimace on a cell phone and proceeded to stare through our window at roommate #3 who was watching them until he conceded to lower the blind. Grimace has two chiuahuas (sp) who seem to serve as guard dogs.
4. The family reunion. Directly to the east of my living room, we don't know how many people live in this house either, but they like to park their cars in the street so that I can't drive by, lie in the street with young children so I can't drive by, and occasionally the whole clan spills out into the street arguing and the cops come. It takes three cop cars worth of cops to take them away when this happens. They built a carppy decorative wooden well and they move it around the yard for fun.
5. Wheelchair guy. He has a motorized wheelchair and is often seen with a date riding on his lap ( various young women mind you) back and forth from the..
6. Bingo parlor. Yes, a bingo parlor, and not the only one but one of three within a mile radius. Busloads of old people come from neigboring states to spend their retirement.
7.Pimpin aint easy. A corpulent young man with one shirt which reads "Hustler," he is often seen driving a 1980-something Escort, doors not matching the body, trunk completely rusted through and rattling with the sounds of bass enhanced Jesuscore. If said car is temporarily out of order he is walking with his equally attractive mate. Every Saturday they throw all the furniture out of their house into the yard along with a lot of old tires. Then the girlfriend?'s mama comes over and yells.
8. sheesh shack car guy. Deserves his own entry because having bought a 1992 Cavalier off of roommate 3, he used it only to replace the doors of his old Cavalier which had the history of his love life spray painted in purple. Drives through the neighborhood at about 100 mph frequently to test if the motor is still skipping ( it is) when not fixing the car in his driveway. No relation to next door-car-motorcycle guy.
9. Car salesman? Game show contestant? To the north of my living room, he has many brand new cars which seem to change day by day and the mystery Caddy under a tarp. He likes to shovel gravel loudly at daybreak and goes out of the neighborhood only to buy beer.
10. Lawn nazi lady. Calls the city council if we don't mow the lawn at least once a week. Comes by and measures the grass height and reports on its progress.

Do y'all have any colorful neighbors?

I'm pretty sure we ARE the wackos of our neighborhood.

We don't really have any.  We choose not to associate with most of our neighbors, so we don't really know who all of them are.

Oh! I took that story off my myspace blog and forgot to update. Number 4 had their weekly police visit on Thursday and since have all moved out.
A local policewoman told my roommate they went a calling with several warrants and caught one of em slipping out the back door where a cop (smarter than the crook) was waiting.

Our neighbours are boring.  :(

I live in a neighborhood where people come and go (it's all duplex rentals).  Two doors to our left is a mom with four children aged about 5-14.  The kids are a little needy (coming by to ask for any little thing just to have the attention), but overall, a basic family just like me and my kids (except that their dad is in prison ... I feel bad for those kids).

Across the street right now is a basically normal crew.  But before them there were two or three couples (it was hard to tell) from a small town in Missouri.  They came here for work.  The guys often wore army fatigues.  They sat in the back of their pick-up drinking beer and eating fast food.  They'd throw the wrappers on the ground.  On the weekend they went hunting.  They had shotguns.  And when I'd get home from work they'd be sitting on the truck and say, "Hey darlin', wanna join us for a cold one?"  Uh...no thanks.  I know there were women there too but I rarely saw them.  The whole crew made me nervous.  One day, they were gone.  The landlord came by and asked if I knew what happened to them.  Nope.  Went to work that morning and there they were....came home and they were gone.  Finite. 

Down the street there were people living in one of the rental units and I had this gut feeling that they were selling drugs there... the way people would come and go....and just, well, just because.  I'd walk my dogs at night and try to spy, but I never saw anything useful.  Then, one day, police cars were there, clearing the place out, and the people were gone.  Another mystery.  I thought about writing a book based on my imaginings regarding these neighbors.

That's about it.  Most of my neighbors are quiet and keep to themselves.

There's that guy across the street, who has murdered several people in our neighborhood in the last few days.

"Oh, who are the whackos in your neighbourhood?
In your neighbourhood?
In your neighbourhood?

Say, who are the whackos in your neighbourhood?

They're the whackos that you meet
When your walking down the street
They're the whackos that you meet each day"


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My neighborhood is quite tame, but there's this one lady who walks her cat. no leash, it just walks with her as she is walking her 2 yappin' chihuahas, two little squeaky yo quiero taco bell dogs. They are on a leash, but the cat just walks along with them. strange looking sight when they pass.  :o

Well I've only been living here a month so, so far nothing too mad. next door to the right is rented out rooms and it seems to be three or four Polish and Slovakian guys. they like to get pretty noisy at the weekends and have had a brawl in the street but not worthy of a cop visit or anything.Next door to the left is Doug who is 79 and rides about in a motorised chair. He likes to sit out front and talk to everyone who goes by. His wife is in hospital at the moment.He has a shed with heating, electric etc and sits out there smoking his pipe and watching T.V.

Thankfully our old neighbours from hell are fading into a distant memory................ 

There's that guy across the street, who has murdered several people in our neighborhood in the last few days.


Wow!

Hope he's not looking at you with a 'funny' look in his eye...

"Oh, who are the whackos in your neighbourhood?
In your neighbourhood?
In your neighbourhood?

Say, who are the whackos in your neighbourhood?

They're the whackos that you meet
When your walking down the street
They're the whackos that you meet each day"


;D Very good!  ;D

Nothing too exciting in my neighborhood, just the 2 people across the street with 6-7 cars/trucks (including a stock car that they work on at ungodly hours of the day/night and have to "rev" the engine to make sure it's still loud enough) that they periodically line up in the yard and take pictures of ???

The convicted "sex offender" that lived on the other side of the subdivision moved about 3 weeks ago so all that's left now are the gay guy down the street (that noone has actually ever met and has rarely seen, but my ex-cleaning lady used to clean for him and his former partner) and the idiot behind me who mows his lawn exactly twice a week, rain or shine, at 7 or 8 am.  Well, then there's the association president who is a TOTAL "B" that noone seems to like, but we can't seem to get rid of her because there's never enough people AT the meeting to meet the "quorum" (since they hold them in a place that wouldn't hold the number needed for the "quorum" even IF we all showed up ::)) who drives around the subdivision looking for "code violations" ::)  Most of the more "interesting" couples have divorced and moved so we are no longer known as "domestic alley".

The neighbors directly across the street from us love to swear and they can get pretty loud at times... ::) :P

Nothing too exciting in my neighborhood, just the 2 people across the street with 6-7 cars/trucks (including a stock car that they work on at ungodly hours of the day/night and have to "rev" the engine to make sure it's still loud enough) that they periodically line up in the yard and take pictures of ???

The convicted "sex offender" that lived on the other side of the subdivision moved about 3 weeks ago so all that's left now are the gay guy down the street (that noone has actually ever met and has rarely seen, but my ex-cleaning lady used to clean for him and his former partner) and the idiot behind me who mows his lawn exactly twice a week, rain or shine, at 7 or 8 am.  Well, then there's the association president who is a TOTAL "B" that noone seems to like, but we can't seem to get rid of her because there's never enough people AT the meeting to meet the "quorum" (since they hold them in a place that wouldn't hold the number needed for the "quorum" even IF we all showed up ::)) who drives around the subdivision looking for "code violations" ::)  Most of the more "interesting" couples have divorced and moved so we are no longer known as "domestic alley".

And the people with all the cars don't constitute a code violation? What kind of neighborhood association is that "B" running?  http://www.inthe00s.com/smile/09/schmoll.gif

The neighbors directly across the street from us love to swear and they can get pretty loud at times... ::) :P



That's how our next door neighbors used to be. The houses are pretty close together so when it is nice out and the windows are open, we can hear just about everything. Every other word out of their mouths were "F this" or "F that". They also have a day care and one day (a few years back), I didn't hear what a kid said, but I heard one of the adult say, "We don't use words like that". Carlos and I were thinking, "Since when?".  They would always start arguments with us and was just really nasty.

However, a couple of years ago, it was discovered that they had a lot of lead in their house and had to move out for 3 weeks so they could "get the lead out". Their kitchen cabinets had to be replaced plus the walls scraped and repainted and I don't know what else. Since that time, they have become "human" and even friendly. I can't say that it is now a "joy" to live next to them but at least it is not hell like it used to be. It is amazing the difference in them since they no longer have the effects of lead. But, she still has a very annoying voice that we hear in the morning (on nice days).

But the other whachos in the neighborhood are us.  :D ;D ;D  Last year, we painted our house BRIGHT blue with BRIGHT red trim which I'm sure most of the neighbors dislike intensely.  ;D ;D ;D  One even said, "It's so Cuban" whatever that means.  ???



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That's how our next door neighbors used to be. The houses are pretty close together so when it is nice out and the windows are open, we can hear just about everything. Every other word out of their mouths were "F this" or "F that". They also have a day care and one day (a few years back), I didn't hear what a kid said, but I heard one of the adult say, "We don't use words like that". Carlos and I were thinking, "Since when?".  They would always start arguments with us and was just really nasty.

However, a couple of years ago, it was discovered that they had a lot of lead in their house and had to move out for 3 weeks so they could "get the lead out". Their kitchen cabinets had to be replaced plus the walls scraped and repainted and I don't know what else. Since that time, they have become "human" and even friendly. I can't say that it is now a "joy" to live next to them but at least it is not hell like it used to be. It is amazing the difference in them since they no longer have the effects of lead. But, she still has a very annoying voice that we hear in the morning (on nice days).


Cat



Well, I'm glad they've improved...

But what a shame that we have to put up with annoyances like that, eh?  :-\\

That's how our next door neighbors used to be. The houses are pretty close together so when it is nice out and the windows are open, we can hear just about everything. Every other word out of their mouths were "F this" or "F that". They also have a day care and one day (a few years back), I didn't hear what a kid said, but I heard one of the adult say, "We don't use words like that". Carlos and I were thinking, "Since when?".  They would always start arguments with us and was just really nasty.

However, a couple of years ago, it was discovered that they had a lot of lead in their house and had to move out for 3 weeks so they could "get the lead out". Their kitchen cabinets had to be replaced plus the walls scraped and repainted and I don't know what else. Since that time, they have become "human" and even friendly. I can't say that it is now a "joy" to live next to them but at least it is not hell like it used to be. It is amazing the difference in them since they no longer have the effects of lead. But, she still has a very annoying voice that we hear in the morning (on nice days).

But the other whachos in the neighborhood are us.  :D ;D ;D  Last year, we painted our house BRIGHT blue with BRIGHT red trim which I'm sure most of the neighbors dislike intensely.  ;D ;D ;D  One even said, "It's so Cuban" whatever that means.  ???


Cat
probably just the normal rascist stereotyping Cat, that's all  ;D  I just passed a house yesterday painted in Halloween colors, the entire house is bright orange with black trim, thankfully not in my neighborhood.  :P

And the people with all the cars don't constitute a code violation? What kind of neighborhood association is that "B" running?  http://www.inthe00s.com/smile/09/schmoll.gif
Actually, they don't because they keep the stock car & 2 others in the garage and park the Mercedes & Porsche in the driveway (alongside the Chevy Cavalier) ;D  Oh, and did I mention all of the cars are black and the woman "walks" their dog in our island and he "does his business" all over it?  If one of my kids steps in dogcrap, I'm going to call the police and have them explain to her that she needs to clean up after it >:(

Not many wackos are around here just a bunch of Chinese,Puerto Rican and mostly Jewish but years ago my neighborhood used to be Jewish And Christian but now most of our old neighbors had moved to Florida or passed away.

Pretty quiet around here except for the occasional fight next door, complete with cursing, slamming doors and squealing out of the driveway, then quiet again for a few days until they do the same thing again. . . .  :D

Not many wackos are around here just a bunch of Chinese,Puerto Rican and mostly Jewish but years ago my neighborhood used to be Jewish And Christian but now most of our old neighbors had moved to Florida or passed away.


Yeah, most of them move to Florida to pass away... :D

Yeah, most of them move to Florida to pass away... :D

Okay, so a Idahoan, a Nebraskan, a Floridian, and New Yorker go on a road trip. Not too far down the road the Idahoan rolls down her window and starts pulling potatoes out of her bag and throwing them out the window.
"What are you doing?" said the Nebraskan.
"I get so sick of seeing potatoes at home, I don't ever want to see them again," said the Idahoan.
So the Nebraskan rolls down her window and startes throwing ears of corn out the window that she has brought along in her bag because all she sees at home is corn and she's sick of it as well.
Long story short, the Floridian opens the door and pushes out the New Yorker.

Well...most of our neighbors seem to be dying off (since we've moved in) :o. Our next door neighbors were both total drunks. They were only 50 but looked 80. The wife passed away a few months ago from cancer...and now the husband stays in his house and drinks his life away. The people on the other side of us are classic too. The lady has a different boyfriend every week, and she has a son (who is about 18) who you hardly ever see. She has another son (in his 20's) who comes and goes. When we first moved in...she accused my brother-in-law of supposedly bumping into her car, so she called the cops (they came up and cleared my brother-in-law, saying that it couldn't have been his car that did it)...they knew her by name, "No, Churchill, we don't need your name, we already know who you are"...were their exact words. ::) ;D
The lady across the street from us must have recently passed away, either that or they put her in a resthome. Her family has been cleaning out the house, etc.

Then there is this guy who rides an electric wheelchair all around the neighborhood, and garbage picks, and then attempts to carry his findings on his lap, while steering his wheelchair. I see him everywhere....in alleys, streets...he's all over the place.  Everybody else basically keeps to themselves (including us..we don't really talk to anyone too much).

Yeah, most of them move to Florida to pass away... :D



I mean pass away here in New York.Some of our old neighbors died of a heart attack many years ago. :(

1. People who have wild parties and can't keep their loud music confined to the privacy of their own homes.

2. People who drive faster than 25 miles per hour on my street. >:(

Okay, so a Idahoan, a Nebraskan, a Floridian, and New Yorker go on a road trip. Not too far down the road the Idahoan rolls down her window and starts pulling potatoes out of her bag and throwing them out the window.
"What are you doing?" said the Nebraskan.
"I get so sick of seeing potatoes at home, I don't ever want to see them again," said the Idahoan.
So the Nebraskan rolls down her window and startes throwing ears of corn out the window that she has brought along in her bag because all she sees at home is corn and she's sick of it as well.
Long story short, the Floridian opens the door and pushes out the New Yorker.



;D    ;D

I think it must be the people nextdoor. Well, it's not exactly nextdoor since I live in an appartment building and they're in the neighbouring landing. Anyway, their appartment is next to mine.

As we speak, they're playing "Gravel Pit" for about the 12th time in a row.


FYI: It's 6:14 AM over here and I'm trying to get some sleep... >:(

I think it must be the people nextdoor. Well, it's not exactly nextdoor since I live in an appartment building and they're in the neighbouring landing. Anyway, their appartment is next to mine.

As we speak, they're playing "Gravel Pit" for about the 12th time in a row.


FYI: It's 6:14 AM over here and I'm trying to get some sleep... >:(




Later today, you should go over and tell them that playing "Gravel Pit" at 6 in the morning is not appropriate.

I think it must be the people nextdoor. Well, it's not exactly nextdoor since I live in an appartment building and they're in the neighbouring landing. Anyway, their appartment is next to mine.

As we speak, they're playing "Gravel Pit" for about the 12th time in a row.


FYI: It's 6:14 AM over here and I'm trying to get some sleep... >:(


Learn the lyrics, then when they play it, sing along quite loudly and quite badly.  Drown out the Wu-Tang Clan with some vocal stylings of your own ;D

Learn the lyrics, then when they play it, sing along quite loudly and quite badly.  Drown out the Wu-Tang Clan with some vocal stylings of your own ;D


Yeah well... I suppose I could do that, but unlike my neighbours I hate annoying people.  ;)


And the good news is: the music has stopped. :o

One of our recently moved-in neighbours has started playing her records loud, the same song for around a half hour, for the last few days it has been The Feeling's Never Be Lonely.

Well.. I dare say I'm the strangest one on the street, but maybe not, there a few good ones.

First of all is Mr. Evill. (Yeah, his name really is Mr. Evil) who will sit in his rocking chair in the bay window of his living room and stare right out in to the street, it's like he's dead, he's motionless.

Then there's Mark who has a decibel-meter and likes to see how much noise people on the street are making.
He's been told to fu.ck off numerous times.

There's Cat Weasel who has 4 cars on his front yard, including an old Firebird that he obviously imported at great expense.. and has never driven to my knowledge.
He likes to work on them at all hours of the day and night and also his house has a strange blue glow to it.
I still think MI5 operate out of there.

Round the corner are 'The Buttons' who everybody on the street detests, I quite enjoy walking past their house late at night singing obnoxious rebel songs.. this seems to aggravate Mr. Button more than anything, what with him being a property owning wasp.

Finally is the weird paranoid schizo. He doesn't actually live on the street per se.. he lives round the corner, but he walks down the street. Anywho, he's petrified of people and mumbles to himself, so I like to stand right in the middle of the sidewalk and talk to him in a really loud voice, he'll always, without fail, walk over to the other side of the street and look terrified.  ;D

Well, the wierdest ones are my next-door neighbours.

A few years ago the oldest son and his friends used to pick on me a lot, well, until I turned round and smacked the tw*t in the face. They left me alone after that (How strange  ::)). Nowadays they've all finally matured and grown up, but he still has the very irritating habit of playing extremely loud music at 6am some mornings.
Then there's the youngest son. Always hyperactive, always running around the house slamming doors, stamping up and down the stairs, shouting and screaming. Likes to think that because he has a big brother (yes, the one I punched in the face), he's hard, and therefore does tend to make his mouth go to people who could quite honestly stand on the little sh*t. His worst habit is bringing EVERY FRIGGIN' KID under the age of 9 into his garden... where they like to make lots of un-necessary noise for hours on end. Also tends to let his dog jump over the wall and do its business in our garden.
And finally, the mother. Complete and utter psycho, or at the least, mentally unstable. Washing windows at 4:45am, smashing up the oldest's motorbike with a sledgehammer and trashing the downstairs of the house over two consecutive nights (she wasn't drunk) are just some of the things she's done over the last couple of years.
Thankfully, the strange father who used to get into vans with shady-looking people at dinner time and come home drunk at 3am every day left a while back, meaning the only normal one is the daughter, who's actually a very nice person. She's probablies adopted  ;D

Other than the wierdos at no.6, there aren't many other whackos in our neighbourhood, probablies because it's mostly the very old or young couples.

The Chinese and one Hispanic couple who have loud parties once in a while but this must be a summer tradition with them. ::)

Well.. I dare say I'm the strangest one on the street,



Me, too. Old lady who drives the old car(72 Scamp), has a motorcycle, and can be quite sarcastic(I prefer to think it is the "doesn't suffer fools" thing, but it may be that I am just a bit cranky) .  I live at the end of a dead end and the neighborhood kids tend to steer clear. 

hmmm.. well we've got the neighbors who are obsessed with their lawns and snow removal on our block. 2 doors up, the guy shovels his snow at the very first sprinkling and when it's a blizzard he chooses to blow the snow right out into the middle of the street. Our street is a U shaped street , so that when we back out of our driveway in the winter, we inevitably have to back right into his snow heap in the middle of the road. 
Then there's the lesbian who moved in about 2 yrs ago, who completely rehauled her yard. I have to say it's quite a nice yard, and she lives right next door to the snow nut... so it's giving him some competition..
We've lived in our neighborhood for 11 yrs and I only know 2 of our neighbors.
We are probably the black sheep of the block because we aren't slaves to our yard work like everyone else.
The college guys who moved in across the street kind of took the pressure off us (not that we ever succumbed to neighborhood peer pressure anyway), they start projects such as putting in a sliding glass door by digging the hill out of their front yard and smashing the foundation of their house with a sledgehammer.. Leaving a pile of concrete and dirt in their driveway for 2 months... much to our anal neighbor's horror. We enjoy watching their antics and raise a toast to those guys every chance we get..

I really can't say who the whackos are around here, I live in an apartment complex and I only know a couple of my neighbors, and they're cool. (There was, however, a little scrap in the street right in front of my window about 3 days ago, but iut blew over.)
   Now, back in the small town in Nebraska where I grew up, it's a different story. My parents still live in the same house that they've been in since 1970, and they've had a few real winners move in around them. My parents' next door neighbor is a real piece of work. She's this fat biker chick whose current line of work involves something to do with dumpster diving. Most of the people who live around there keep their places up nice, but she has a junk car parked on her front lawn and her driveway is full of old lawn mowers and crap like that.  
    The last time I was back up there visiting (around a month ago), my mom's like, "Hey Al, come here...you've got to see this!" I follow her into the driveway and she points into the neighbor's back yard. I couldn't believe my freakin' eyes, and I just had to take a picture. This should pretty much sum up how intelligent these people are:  

There's Cat Weasel who has 4 cars on his front yard, including an old Firebird that he obviously imported at great expense.. and has never driven to my knowledge.
He likes to work on them at all hours of the day and night and also his house has a strange blue glow to it.
I still think MI5 operate out of there.



You live down the street from me!  I know that house!  :o

I love these stories! I can relate to most of them...

Where we live now there aren't many wackos, likely due to the stiff HOA. That's one of the reasons we picked this place, because of the weirdness we used to live next to.

Granted, here we live next to the house of unknown population. Some weeks two people seem to live there, some weeks it seems like 10. Everytime someone leaves, there is a huge shuffling of cars involving at least two drivers. The man has a perplexed look about him much of the time, could be something to do with us though. They are very nice people though.

Last neighborhood, we lived next to the town drunk. He used to cone off the street for his personal use, because his junk vehicles wouldn't all fit in his driveway. He had roommates coming and going all the time, usually leaving in a fit of anger. Then we would get the treat of viewing piles of furniture from the former roommates being stored in the driveway or next to his house. He liked to get drunk and yell at my husband.