So this one happened back between late December (2010) to early January (2011). Our neighbor who lives in the apartment to the right of ours has moved out and is selling their apartment (they still haven’t sold it). Anyway..so they got an agent who was doing open houses for it. Well..lo and behold…this agent kept steeling our doormat and putting it at the neighbors’ apartment.. I was about ready to go to the neighbors and give them one heck of a rant because I thought they were doing it (I didn’t even know they were selling the apartment)…well I caught that agent finally and made it real clear to her to that unless at some point in the future I authorized her to be an agent to sell MY house she better not be taking our doormat anymore.

I just remembered this neighbor we had in our building that lived on our floor, she would come home every night drunk wearing a huge poofy white fur coat and would sing all the way from the lobby to the elevator to her apartment..so free entertainment right ? Well here’s the price…she would also be urinating all along the hall until she got to her apartment..needless to say..she doesn’t live here anymore and it stunk having her as a neighbor..literally..but I felt worse for the poor guys that had to clean it up.

So, my neighbor says my little dog bit her on the butt while moving heavy landscaping rocks next to our shared iron fence that has slates. There was a small scratch, but definitely no wound. She had to go to the ER two days later for a tetanus shot , antibiotic shot and muscle relaxers for her back and neck due to the dog bite. She then proceeds to tell my insurance adjuster that’s she is already on disability because her neck and back were injured another time. So she was out moving heavy rocks? Hmmm. My adjuster and I laugh every time we have to talk about her!

This is about a very close neighbor—who lived right down the hall. Roommate, actually.

It was my first job, and apartment, post-college.  My roommate was vacationing out of the country, leaving the apartment all to myself, at least when I wasn’t working my overtime shifts.

I came in late one night to find a very large pair of men’s underwear (briefs!) laying in the middle of my living room floor.  “Odd,” I thought, a bit creeped out, wondering which of my college friends would play such a random prank.   The next evening about 11, I was in my robe washing dishes at the kitchen sink when I heard a sound in the basement.

I froze.  Creak, creak, creak—someone was walking up my steps from the basement!  I could hardly breathe as my mind raced through all of the recent criminals on America’s Most Wanted.  The door flung open and….there is a very large man, presumably the underwear owner, standing there with a towel slung over his shoulder. “Hey, you must be Julie,” he said.  “I’m Kristi’s fiancé.  Thanks so much for letting me live in your basement (WHAT!?) for the last several weeks.”

And then he proceeded to go into the bathroom and TAKE A SHOWER!

Letting your fiancé live in the basement without even telling your roommate FOR A WHOLE MONTH!?  Not very neighborly! FAIL!

I moved in to my small neighborhood at age 4. I bonded with my first neighbor quickly (I had no choice they were my grandparents). My family hadn’t yet met the other neighbors when their was a knock at the door. That was the beginning of many confusing encounters due to our names. In our neighborhood I am known as T and she is known as G; but at school we still get confused if you look at our yearbook from high school my picture can be found accompanied with her last name! Noemi is a beautiful name but two in one small neighborhood is a total fail.

My apartment on the northside of chicago had a series of pine trees next to the fence bordering our yards. For about three years, I always considered them to be very nice with a large collection of what appeared to be fallen pine cones littering the ground.  It turned out, however, that the nearly 300 small cylindrical objects were YEARS worth of dog turds that our neighbor had launched over the fence.  Thank you sir, for your neighborly spirit!