Over the years I have had ” The Creeper”. A creepy guy that was obsessed with me in my 20’s and lived in the downstairs apt. I hated taking a shower or flushing the toilet because I knew he could here me. He was always lurking and trying to chat me up and he was really weird.
The retired postman that was known as “Postal” and was the resident grumpy neighbor 15 acres over that liked to shoot his guns at random and once dropped a tree branch on my head when I was out on my property one afternoon, with a random shot. 0–0
Joan of snark”, ( bitchy, old lady gossip type. ) “Casa De Chaos” the messy, never complete a project types that always had stuff everywhere.
My newest neighbor I have just dubbed ” Grandpa.” He is a delightful, almost 88 yr. old retired builder that is constantly out in his work shop, puttering about in his golf cart or driving his backhoe around the properties, just because, you never know when a boulder might need to be moved and stirring up the dust is fun. lol
The only annoyance is that last week I had JUST washed my car and he came by on his backhoe and covered my car is dust again. haha
Such is life in these CA. hills, at least everyones vehicles look equally dusty all the time. lol