I miss the days when the house next to me was a boarded up meth lab. Now I have neighbors that are always complaining about my bushes being too high and tree branches hanging over their yard. I may have to invest in a spite fence. Fucking gentrification.
I hate people like that.
I used to live out in BFE. Nearest neighbor was a mile away, and they were still constantly in my business.
Gossip spreads fast and next thing you know you have a bad reputation about something that's not true, and more importantly would have been nobodies business in the beginning.
I once had the cops show up at my door, because my 18yro dog was asleep at the foot of the stares. Apparantly someone was peeping through my window, saw her, and made a complaint.
Nobody cared about the peeping tom, but my wife and I had to jump through hoops like crazy to prove that we weren't neglecting our animals.