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  • #16
    Serving notice costs the person doing the serving. The person being served just has to comply, so it only 'costs' whatever they have to do to comply.

    ^-.-^
    Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others. - Dresden

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    • #17
      Congrats NightWatch!

      This is the month to be rid of sucky neighbors, apparently.

      I was doing a happy dance or ten when on Sunday I realized the sounds in the parking lot were my OldManNeighbor packing up to move.

      Why did I care? He was friends with the guy who stole my laptop - YoungFelon (with a police record even before he stole from me) would come around asking him for money, to borrow his car, etc. Tried to break in to OMN's apartment too apparently but OMN brushed it off. Even after YoungFelon was arrested and in jail awaiting trial (plead guilty last week!) YF's brother was still around here, staying here with OMN! And then YF was out on bail and I can't tell the two of them apart.

      OMN never said anything to me about it after YF was arrested and now when he took the plea bargain. I'm glad he or his family didn't say anything to me about him moving, because it's very hard to be tactful and say "don't let the door hit you in the arse and by the way, I hold you at at least 1/4 responsible for me not having a laptop anymore and not feeling comfortable having my curtains open."

      Oh yeah, his apartment must have been a disaster - they loaded up our dumpster (for 12 apartments) TWICE and there is trash blowing around the parking lot still. I used to live in that apartment and have no idea how he had that much trash in it.

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      • #18
        Hello, I just want to tell you what happened to me. Some years ago I experienced a similar situation. The neighbor UPSTAIRS from me (I lived on the second floor) began complaining and harassing me about "noise" at times of the day and/or night when I was either not there or when I was doing something like watching a movie. Eventually, I complained about HER to the LL, upon which I was informed that she was planning on moving out. Hip-Hooray? Not.

        The people who moved in upstairs in her place turned out to be welfare-druggies with sub-woofers. Soon after that, the people below me moved out and I got friends of the Sub-woofers with their own equipment. Within a few months (almost exactly a year after Upstairs Lady moved out), the first-floor Sub-woofers moved out, and GUESS WHO moves in? UPSTAIRS LADY FROM BEFORE moves in BELOW me when she was complaining how bad it was to be ABOVE me. Sub-woofer family still remains upstairs. Downstairs Lady (formerly UL) starts complaining again. LL gives me a half-assed eviction-note. I call him and after 45 minutes of trying to talk him out of it, I say "I have no money to move, so I'll just fight the eviction". LL backpedals. Six months later I move out to go take care of a sick mother.

        That was the *ABRIDGED* version. I read your OP with empathy. I hope that the aggravation truly is OVER for you. I live in (own) a single family house now and while I don't share the same walls and roof with other tenants, let me tell you, one cannot put too much space between your own territory and that of your nearest neighbor.

        PS / Edit:

        Just to rain on your parade a little more - When a nasty neighbor moves, keep in mind that they don't necessarily move very far. Furthermore, "they" will continue to know where YOU live, while you will NOT know where "they" now live. It is also possible that "they" have made copies of the key to the front door or basement, unless these are keyed with Medeco or one of the "Do Not Copy" brands.
        Last edited by poofy_puff; 04-02-2008, 02:41 PM.
        I was not hired to respond to those voices.

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        • #19
          Just a note... it's pretty darn easy to get those "do not copy" keys copied. I won't post how, but I do know how after working for a building owner. So don't assume you're safe just because they say that.
          WoW addict: Rogue, Paladin, Hunter, Priest!

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          • #20
            My work has some "do not copy" keys. They've also never had any trouble getting them copied.

            ^-.-^
            Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others. - Dresden

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            • #21
              So we agree, then, that she has our collective permission to be paranoid? If you have a car and you wake up to one or more flat tires, you'll have pretty good idea who did it. Also, don't let your dog eat anything good that has been "dropped" outside conveniently. Just because someone has a dog doesn't mean they wouldn't poison or injure someone else's (no one on THIS message board would do that!).
              I was not hired to respond to those voices.

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              • #22
                Wow, NightWatch. Enjoy your freedom, assuming the jerk actually moves out.

                I've been pretty lucky with neighbors. I've only had two I could call "bad" neighbors.

                One was Cell Phone Girl. She liked to have long, explicitly detailed conversations with her boyfriend at around midnight in the summertime while walking laps around the complex. Since we had no air conditioning, we kept our windows open at night. Then she decided that right under our bedroom window was the best place to take up smoking while on the phone. I asked her nicely twice during the day to quit, and she said she would, but she'd be right back the next night. She finally stopped when, one night, I waited until she was nice and relaxed under my window with her cigarette, then I crept up to the screen and, as loudly as I could, did my best impersonation of an angry Doberman. I think she almost swallowed what was left of her cigarette as she ran away, never to smoke under my window again.

                I once had an Asian family living beneath me. The husband and wife argued a lot. That was entertaining to a young college student, though, because I would be up late anyway and could laugh at what I heard of their fights. Through the floorboards and carpet, whatever their native language was sounded more like dolphins tittering at each other.

                My best bad neighbor, though, was in Idaho. Roommate and I were on the third floor. Downstairs and one apartment over lived the offending neighbor. Generally just annoying with loud music. One night, though, I woke up at 2AM to Eminem louder than I'd ever heard him before. My roommate and I had to shout our complaints at each other. Then the music abruptly stopped, and we heard this:
                - Guy's Voice: mumblemumblemumble
                - *WHACK!*
                - Girl's Voice: Ack! I can't believe you just hit me!
                - Guy's Voice: mumblemumble
                - *WHACK!*
                - Girl's Voice: You did it again! What are you...
                - Cue: More loud Eminem music.
                We called the police. The music stopped just as the police showed up. My roommate talked to them at our door for a minute. We listened to the rest.
                - Sounds of knocking downstairs.
                - Footsteps going away, faint knocking elsewhere.
                - Footsteps returning, more knocking downstairs.
                - BANG! CRASH! "Police! On the ground, now! Get your hands where I can see 'em!"
                The next morning, we found out from the manager that he'd given the police permission to break down the door as the tenant had borrowed the spare key and hadn't returned it for days. The guy was arrested for domestic violence and possession of an illegal substance with intent to sell. His girlfriend moved out that afternoon.

                Gee, I really should have started my own thread for that one. Sorry.
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                • #23
                  My Upstairs Subwoofer Former Neighbors one time had some woman leaving while shouting, "No wonder your kids aren't with you! ALL your kids are better off without you! The things you do, you don't DESERVE to have those kids!"

                  That is why I think they were crackheads or something. The parents, I mean.
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                  • #24
                    What a total dick. Personally when it gets to a certain point I start making their life a living hell back at them, but since you stuck in so long for some reason, glad to see he's going away for good... hopefully.
                    Broadcasting to you live from the nerve center of my brain..... szzzt *we are currently experiencing technical difficulties, please stand by*

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                    • #25
                      Quoth trench2k View Post
                      What a total dick. Personally when it gets to a certain point I start making their life a living hell back at them, but since you stuck in so long for some reason, glad to see he's going away for good... hopefully.
                      Muhahaha! Praise jeebus, there is no 'hope' about it. I talked to my landlord, turns out the crazy bastard is definately moving. They are so sick of him whinining about his neighbors, that they are moving him into another property. I'm assuming it's a single family unit, or has really thick walls...
                      "I'm working for popcorn - what I get paid doesn't rise to the level of peanuts." -Courtesy of Darkwish

                      ...Beware the voice without a face...

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                      • #26
                        After reading this post, it occurs to me how lucky I am. My LL is fantastic. The day before I moved in, HE came down (I live in a room in a basement) and cleaned EVERYTHING. Kitchen, bathroom, lounge, everything. I don't actually have a proper lease arrangement (legal for leases under 3 years or periodic leases) but that has never been a problem.
                        It is the other tenants in the other 2 rooms that are the problem. I just cleaned (read blitzed) the kitchen today, and I realised this is the first time the oven has been cleaned in 4 months. I don't ever use it...
                        The fact that he is a cop makes it all the better.

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                        • #27
                          I have a story about a co-woker's horrible upstairs neighbor (aka "old man").

                          He complained about something (I forget what, maybe the noise when she gets up), but he does some messy projects on his balcony so cw has trash on her patio.

                          The kicker is that my co-worker's bff lives with her. Also, cw's mom owns a dress shop or boutique. One day the old man's wife comes in the mom's boutique and shops and talks to the mom. And omw says, "you know your daughter's room mate is black?" of course, mom knows and there is much
                          Time! Time! Time is what turns kittens into cats.

                          Don't teach me a lesson; all I learn is that you are an asshole.

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                          • #28
                            I had a lower neighbor for awhile that would constantly play the same song over and over. I liked the song until then. It would start very early too. Electric Avenue at 7 am is a bit much.

                            On getting back at the complaining jerk, take some piano wire and tie it to a nail pounded into his wall where he won't notice it, wrap the other end where you can pull the wire tight. Then run a violin bow on it while changing the tension. It echoes through his place with eerie noises. Since he is moving you can just get some enjoyment of thinking of doing this.
                            GFY

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                            • #29
                              You should have fought fire with fire and lied about his dog barking, but if you're gonna be a goodie little two shoes I don't feel sorry for you.
                              Broadcasting to you live from the nerve center of my brain..... szzzt *we are currently experiencing technical difficulties, please stand by*

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